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Younginsosleaze - Yop Music Lyrics

Yop Music Lyrics[Intro: Pipeline]
(Um, KD, why, why do people call you KD?)
Yop
Ayy, ayy
Ayy

[Verse 1: Pipeline & YounginSoSleaze]
Nigga, stop askin' dumb questions like do I got my pole? (Stupid)
ZPAP with the ten, don't leave the house without my load (On my mama)
He bangin' on the 'net, he scared to get out the car and stores
Plus, nigga loudmouth to them hoes, see me out, he froze (Mark)
Stop the whip, bro, pop the door, I'm 'bout to grab me one
Bounce out, dribble on him, he ain't checked, but I tagged him up (Yeah, yeah)
Back out on a skit, a body droppin', nigga, bag him up
Lunch meet with the plug, he like, "You gon' take this glass or what?" (Nah, I'm good)
Your shit trash or what? Let me find somе cut
Your shit smacked up with that tranq' and shit, I found some pup (Huh?)
I still be drivin' on that road, find a town and dump
Burn a housе out, ninety days, then we switch it up (Yeah, yeah)
Brodie pass that, don't do three, this bitch be glitchin' up (Yeah)
Life Alert button on the A, they come pick him up (Yeah, yeah)
40 burp a nigga, pat his back, it had him hickin' up
Home improvement with them drills, we gon' fix him up (We gon' fix that nigga)
Went on a skit, them shells hot as hell, they bounce back in the whip
The next skit, I told bro to park, I'm bouncin' out this bitch (Baow, baow)
I can get on here and talk money, you know I run up chips (On my mama)
I can get on here and talk movies, you know I'm pullin' skits (You know what the fuck goin' on)
Dry-cooked a zip, I'm in the V, you know my J's loyal
Don't dump that water when you done, that shit all oil (On my mama)
Kay like to try it 'fore I hit it, they say I got her spoiled
But take that to the back, I hate the smell of burnin' foil (Man, I hate that shit)
Quit hustlin' like a marathon, this is not a race (On me)
Down the way, plottin' on a B, makin' that bag shake (Huh?)
He scared to catch the— nigga, pass Drac' (It's Sleaze, nigga)
Plus this Five-seveN go through cars and made 'em gas brake (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

[Verse 2: YounginSoSleaze]
Car alarm goin' off, I start gettin' off (Get off)
This ain't Pokémon, but with this Glock, I'ma catch 'em all (Catch that nigga)
We bring the mops out and make a nigga slip and fall
When it's the last on the floor, I'm breakin' niggas off (I need that)
If it's 'bout some pape', bitch, I'm always where it's at (Yeah)
I'm in the warehouse, my bitch out of state, across the map
CHP on our dick, we keep one, just sit back (Skrrt, skrrt)
I know 9ine behind the wheel, I guarantee he won't bap (I see you, bro)
Bitch, it's get down or lay down like I'm Beans
Finna throw they ass a party, celebration with my team (Celebrate)
Know I got another vic' if I hear a nigga scream (Ah)
Keep on makin' diss songs when you ain't touched a human being (You ain't popped shit, nigga)
Keep them 7s in your mouth and none of us done been touched
We lost Dak to some lemmings, y'all ain't did shit to us (Y'all ain't, still ain't did shit)
The same niggas that I called brothers got y'all popped up (Pah, pah)
And we would've caught one more, but his legs, they lock up (That nigga's outta there), yop
I keep knockin' when I see a nigga hittin'
How you call yourself a shooter, hittin' all them parked whips?
Boy your team full of lemmings, how you fuckin' up your skit? (Nigga)
Come through the 5 since them niggas actin' like they on shit (Come through the 5, nigga)
We the ones who turnt it up and make you niggas drop nuts (For real)
Chase-downs on two wheels and I ain't talkin' pop clutch
Don't give a fuck, you get involved, you pretty bitches get touched (Yeah)
That bitch mad, we tried to turn her MCM to some Runtz (Smoke that nigga)
Bitch, I'm feelin' like I'm Kobe how I'm shootin' in the clutch (Ah)
Pushin' up with two-three and make 'em back the fuck up (Back the up)
He ran when his— jammed, that's how whip— got stuck (Haha)
He shouldn't've played on three strikes, he left the homie on stuck, nigga (He left the homie on stuck, nigga)

[Outro: YounginSoSleaze]
Ayy, back up
Give a fuck, nigga, ayy, nigga
7 steppin', never leave the house without my weapon