My Yoppa lyrics

[Intro: Quando Rondo]
Zaytoven
Yeah, yeah, yeah, huh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, huh

[Chorus: Quando Rondo]
Tell that boy with all dissin' 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 f*cked they daughter
The police know I'm servin', 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, pus*y boy, go smoke some Flakka

[Verse 1: Quando Rondo]
I fell in love with that beam that sit on that yoppa, yeah
I had your b*tch 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 pus*y been awful, oh, goddamn, I'm drippin' agua, hah
That boy so slime
Slidin' 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 pourin' fours up

[Chorus: Quando Rondo & Shy Glizzy]
Tell that boy with all dissin' that 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 f*cked they daughter
The police know I'm servin', 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, pus*y boy, go smoke some Flakka (Young Jefe, holmes)
[Verse 2: Shy Glizzy]
Yeah, what's goody? (What's goody?)
I got on my hoodie, but b*tch, I'm not Boogie (No, no)
I'm just Glizzy Glizzy with that motherf*ckin' fully (Glizzy Glizzy, 30)
These n*ggas gettin' offended, well they motherf*ckin' should be
No, you are not a stepper, you's a f*ckboy (Boy)
You know that's not your b*tch, 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

[Chorus: Quando Rondo]
Tell that boy with all dissin' that 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 f*cked they daughter
The police know I'm servin', 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, pus*y boy, go smoke some Flakka