Lyrics Jimmy Wopo – Prime Time

Soda with the yola hit the soda dopa dola
I could make the trap pop, Coca Cola
Jimmy Wopo will show you how to flip them whole ones
Lalalala fucc a 9 to 5

5 star man I’m on the airplane
Better yet a jet, bitch I got that air game
Catch his ass right after the hoop game
Beam on his tee look like a juice stain
Feelin like I’m bishop, got that juice mane
Perky on my bones ion feel no pain
Molly on my bones and my damn veins
But that tec around my neck with the shoe string
Runnin thru the trap I’m like Usain
I’m just kicki’n old school in a new lane
I’m just a young nigga doin my own thang
I just bought a super car we call em Bruce Wayne
All I do is gang you just maintain
Imma 90s baby bitch we gang bang
Fuck attachments all my GG left it plain Jane
Ain’t no 30 on that thang it hold 17
Cause I ain’t fishin from the distance I like close range
I wanna C that body shakin an them brains hang
Gave lil bro an them, them choppers they ain’t got no aim
Clutchin, buccin shit up, tryna hit anything

Got the soda with the yola hit the soda dopa dola
I could make the trap pop, Coca Cola
Jimmy Wopo will show you how to flip them whole ones

Youngin ball like MJ bacc in ’83
She wanna hear J Wopo on a Sunny beat
But I’m trappin right now an it’s a Cardi B
Mixin Henny an my 30 I can hardly see
You only live once so I grind can’t sleep
8 ballz on the table no MJG
Big guns make you run no DMC
Why the fuck you wanna beef cause she DM me
Hunnid stacks in a week, tryna hear MTV
Just to listen to them beats write that heat off my MP3
RIP Louis V, nigga free Lil D
An it’s 40 for a key nigga ask AZ Boogie

Gang
What’s the deal nigga?
An bitch I’m 8 blocc for life so I got that shit tatted