Lyrics Packy – Hoop Shorts

What’s up?
Hoop shorts down to my butt
Feet up, drink in the cup
Sunroom, can’t get enough

Notice I be losing my focus
I be changin’ my flow it’s
Summertime in this hold this
Drink is the only thing coldest
Slowly getting me through this
Only getting me comfortable, this sunroom is my home
Long hair on my dome
Low battery on my phone
So I’m only answerin’ bad chicks, I’m all up in my zone
Crew here but we gone
Faded off of this song
We be floatin’ off of that good weather, that good drink, and that bong, like whoa

What’s up?
Hoop shorts down to my butt
Feet up, drink in the cup
Sunroom, can’t get enough
I live for this

(What’s up?)
(Down to my butt)
(Drink in the cup)
(Can’t get enough)
(I live for this)
(I live for this)
(I live for this, I live for this, I live for this)
(That’s right)
(That’s tight)
(Alright)
(My life)
(I live for this)
(I live for this)
(I live for this, I live for this, I live for this)

Green grass and that blue sky
Shades on, new ride
Slurpees, lemonade
Doin’ shows, gettin’ paid
Road trips up north, that Michigan perspective
That lake show, that boat flow
If you don’t know where the Speck is, you messin’ up big time
Gettin’ my whole clique signed
Straight out that place that we raised up in
Where the women work and them chicks fine
Hell yeah, they know
Pour ’em one if they say so
They lightweight and we heavy thing
They drink with us and it’s K.O
Okay, let’s barbeque
Grown shit, cigar or two
I mix the drink I take a shot
But you best believe that I start with brew
Flip flops, hoop rocks, tank tops, tube socks
Gotta have that music so we throw it back to that boom box like whoa

What’s up?
Hoop shorts down to my butt
Feet up, drink in the cup
Sunroom, can’t get enough
I live for this
I live for this
I live for this, I live for this, I live for this
That’s right, little breeze blowin’, that’s tight
Couple trees rollin’, alright
This my people, this my life
I live for this
I live for this
I live for this, I live for this, I live for this