Lyrics Yung Bans – Hopscotch

Push up to my block hot, niggas gettin’ shot, popped
Fuckin’ on your thot thot, sippin’ on that red snot
Sippin’ on that red snot, Hi-Tech with a red dot
I don’t do no talkin’, only pussy niggas talk a lot
Only man I fear is God, only man I fear is God
Push up on ’em, air it out, push up on ’em, air it out
Get that pussy, wear it out, I don’t need your whereabouts
Baby, I’m a monster, money only thing I care about
Heard he droppin’ down, he ain’t livin’ my the street cards
He ain’t play his cards, pussy nigga usin’ cheat codes
Hundred thousand c-notes, made these bitches deep throat
Want a verse for free, you remind me of a cheap ho
Ice all on my body and I’m icin’ out my main bitch
Still runnin’ with the same niggas that I came with
Want a conversation, but you don’t speak my language
1 of 1 the gang, bitch, you be on that lame shit
I just illustrate, me and Kodak picture paintin’
In that hotbox, ‘member I was switchin’ lanes in it, lanes in it (Skrrt)
I was switchin’ lanes in it
1 of 1 the gang, bitch, you be on that lame shit
I just illustrate, me and Kodak picture paintin’
Brand new ‘Rari coupe, droptop, switchin’ lanes in it
Fuckin’ on your bitch, bitch, I’m higher than a plane, bitch
I just popped a Perc’ and this shit got me sweatin’
Ayy, young nigga swangin’
Why these pussy niggas hatin’?