Duwap Kaine - Hop Up In A Rari ft. Tay-K lyrics

[Chorus: Duwap Kaine]
I'm in YSL with the gang
For my jeans I just spent the whole thang
I can take your b*tch by a blink
I love weed, we together, yeah, we sync
Used to wear my Cuban link, now I got VVs in my chain
I'm not worried 'bout no b*tch nor am I worried about a lame
Bein' broke or bein' sad, that's two things I can't claim
Finna hop up in this 'Rari, I can't travel by them trains

[Verse 1: Tay-K]
Fu-fu-f*ck a beat, I was tryna beat a case
But I ain't beat that case, b*tch, I did the race
Beat it up, where I nut? Shorty face
Eli Blast crackin' 4s like a vase
Pop a n*gga then I go out my way
Do the dash then I go out the way
Ro-ro-rob a n*gga shoes, rob a n*gga lace
We tryna see a hunnid bands in our facе
Pimp gon' be eatin' good noodles еvery day
b*tch, I'm drawin' doodles, Tay-K, paint the way
Choppa tear your dudies into fish fillet
I-I-I woke up too moody, who gon' die today?
Shoot a f*ckboy in his mothaf*ckin' face
We-we-we cookin' up, boy, you don't wanna go dat way
Gotta go dat way, you get robbed for your rackades
Gotta go dat way, boy, you not gon' be happy
I-I-I tote 50s, I'm a shooter like Young Pappy
b*tch try to rob, we make her dance, Michael Jackson
We was plottin', y'all was tryna get the pack in
Get the pack in, you get robbed for a fraction
I-I-I'm Lil Tay-K, I don't think you want no action
You want action, you get turned into past tense
Your boys deep? Well, let's get to subtractin'
Smith & Wesson made my 9 with sub-compaction
[Chorus: Duwap Kaine]
I'm in YSL with the gang
For my jeans I just spent the whole thang
I can take your b*tch by a blink
I love weed, we together, yeah, we sync
Used to wear my Cuban link, now I got VVs in my chain
I'm not worried 'bout no b*tch nor am I worried about a lame
Bein' broke or bein' sad, that's two things I can't claim
Finna hop up in this 'Rari, I can't travel by them trains

[Verse 2: Duwap Kaine]
My Beamer all white, Selena Gomez
b*tches run their mouth, y'all be some whole feds
Braids in my hair, I don't f*ck with the dreads
I got ADHD but I don't take meds
Only thing I care about is gettin' straight to the bread
You don't gotta listen or give a f*ck 'bout what I said
'Cause as long as I get money you know I'ma get ahead
I'm a young rich n*gga, you a broke boy instead
Gas get you so high you can't remember me
Saint Laurent on my jeans, I know you envy me
When I'm smoking on this dope, I lose my energy
I be flexin' way too hard, my wristband Louis V
My wristband Louis V, part of my accessory
I'm the hood dispensary
I smoke dope, f*ck Hennessy
Walk out the spot and you know I'm finna be flee
Skrrt-skrrt in that Beamer even though it's an SUV
I don't really give a damn if you f*ck with me
I just wanna get this money, I just wanna do me
I keep buyin' YSL, yeah, it stay with me
Fell in love with them hundreds, man, I know you can see
Fell in love with designer, put the Coach on my feet
b*tch, you know I get money, I ain't buyin' nothin' cheap
And I'm flexin' so hard, flexin' now as I speak
With the gang, with my n*ggas, b*tch, you know we gon' tweak
[Chorus: Duwap Kaine]
I'm in YSL with the gang
For my jeans I just spent the whole thang
I can take your b*tch by a blink
I love weed, we together, yeah, we sync
Used to wear my Cuban link, now I got VVs in my chain
I'm not worried 'bout no b*tch nor am I worried about a lame
Bein' broke or bein' sad, that's two things I can't claim
Finna hop up in this 'Rari, I can't travel by them trains