My Yoppa (feat. Shy Glizzy)

Zaytoven
 Yeah, yeah, yeah, huh
 Yeah, yeah, yeah, huh
 Tell that boy with all dissing
 That we strapped up with them choppers
 Everybody got a pistol with extensions, no revolver
 The neighbors, they don't like me
 They found out I fucked they daughter
 The police know I'm serving
 Every day, they beat the block up
 I'm in love with Billie Jean
 Pure codeine, I sip that Wockhardt
 And I'm in love with servin' fiends
 Anything to get a dollar
 And I'm in love with Mike Amiri
 Plus the snake up on my collar
 And I'm in love with Russian Cream
 Pussy boy, go smoke some Flakka
 I fell in love with that beam that sit on that yoppa, yeah
 I had your bitch down on her knees, after that I had to block her
 'Cause that lil' ho a stalker
 I can't lie, that head so awesome
 But her pussy been awful, oh, goddamn, I'm dripping agua, hah
 That boy so slime
 Sliding just like a car, boy, we gon' roll that dope up
 Walk inside the mall and buy Christian D with the Dolce
 We been sipped a whole lot of lean, we pouring fours up
 Tell that boy with all dissing
 That we strapped up with them choppers
 Everybody got a pistol with extensions, no revolver
 The neighbors, they don't like me
 They found out I fucked they daughter
 The police know I'm serving
 Every day, they beat the block up
 I'm in love with Billie Jean
 Pure codeine, I sip that Wockhardt
 And I'm in love with servin' fiends
 Anything to get a dollar
 And I'm in love with Mike Amiri
 Plus the snake up on my collar (Quando Rondo)
 And I'm in love with Russian Cream,
 Pussy boy, go smoke some Flakka
 (Young Jefe, holmes)
 Yeah, what's goody? (What's goody?)
 I got on my hoodie, but bitch, I'm not Boogie (No, no)
 I'm just Glizzy Glizzy with that motherfuckin' fully
 (Glizzy Glizzy, 30)
 These niggas gettin' offended
 Well they motherfuckin' should be
 No, you are not a stepper, you's a fuckboy (Boy)
 You know that's not your bitch
 She suck me up boy (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
 I'm a boss, so you can go kill that noise
 Take you off (Young Jefe
 And make your shooters my employees
 Tell that boy with all dissing
 That we strapped up with them choppers
 Everybody got a pistol with extensions, no revolver
 The neighbors, they don't like me
 They found out I fucked they daughter
 The police know I'm serving
 Every day, they beat the block up
 I'm in love with Billie Jean
 Pure codeine, I sip that Wockhardt
 And I'm in love with servin' fiends
 Anything to get a dollar
 And I'm in love with Mike Amiri
 Plus the snake up on my collar
 And I'm in love with Russian Cream
 Pussy boy, go smoke some Flakka