More songs by YFN Lucci
Description
Featured Artist: YFN LUCCI
Producer: Aaron "Dubba-AA" Lockhart
Composer: Aaron Lockhart
Lyricist: Jerrica Russel
Lyricist: Rayshawn Lamar Bennett
Lyricist: Aaron Lockhart
Lyrics and translation
Original
Ho-ho-ho-ho-hop right out a Beamer to a Bentley, we playin' hopscotch.
Ju-ju-jump right out that pussy, then I hopped into a drop top. I was playin' with that pussy,
I was tryna take off her crocs off.
She my little ghetto bitch, she wanna fuck me in -a hotbox.
-Ayy, hood bitches got the best pussies bet you gon' find around. I don't do no cookin', pussy makin' macaroni sounds.
How you think I got two kids? Nigga lettin' off a hundred rounds.
Fuck that nigga good, got on my boots and shit, like wipe me down.
Ayy, jumpin' through these niggas, come in like it's hopscotch.
My nigga outside ain't goin' out, that mean the block hot. These bitches be messy, her nigga givin' me sloppy top.
Who taught them bitches they was runnin' shit? Because they really not.
Finna go see this man about a husk, bitch, I'll be right back.
They be blowin' these niggas up and meanwhile I don't text back. He just picked me up and now I'm slidin' in a Scat
Pack. I don't fuck with broke niggas, don't gotta ask where they cash at.
Ho-ho-ho-ho-hop right out a Beamer to a Bentley, we playin' hopscotch.
Ju-ju-jump right out that pussy, then I hopped into a drop top. I was playin' with that pussy,
I was tryna take off her crocs off.
She my little ghetto bitch, she wanna fuck me in a hotbox. She my little thot box.
Uh, bitch, take off them panties, let me see it go drop, drop. Yeah, make that ass clap for me, I'm tryna get my rocks off.
I-I don't like no dry mouth, had to fuck her in the car, bitch can't come in my house.
Look, she got fed up today, he kept buyin' knockoffs.
I say if a nigga play today, he just might get knocked out.
Look, you gon' need a new dog, I-I'm the man, not y'all. Tryna get him out the state, you gon' need a U-Haul.
Tryna boost the murder rate, then why the hell you didn't call?
If I ain't got no perks today, then I'm servin' Tylenol. I say whole lotta money, I'm way above average, yeah.
And my pinky ring more than a hundred carats, yeah.
With this pinky ring, I feel like twenty rabbits, yeah. I'm just tryna fill my condo up with twenty baddies.
Yeah, hop right out a Por- Porsche, hopped into a GTS and threw that bitch in sport.
Yeah, skrt, skrt, skrt.
Ho-ho-ho-ho-hop right out a Beamer to a Bentley, we playin' hopscotch. Ju-ju-jump right out that pussy, then I hopped into a drop top.
I was playin' with that pussy, I was tryna take off her crocs off.
She my little ghetto bitch, she wanna fuck me in a hotbox.
This is the sound.
Devil A
Flames.