Future Hendrix lyrics

[Intro: Lil Wop]
Ayy, ayy (Trap)
Ayy, ayy, ayy (Ayy), ayy, trap (It's Wop)
Ayy, trap (It's Wop, it's Wop)
(DaCokePitcha)
Ayy, ayy, ayy (Wop)

[Chorus: Lil Wop]
I just pulled up in the motherf*ckin' trap
I just pulled up, I done killed the whole lot (Wop)
All these b*tches, they be coming in sixes (Ayy)
Future Hendrix, I be f*cking real sisters
I can't love a b*tch, in love with my pistol
Plottin' your daughter, tool need more precision
Chopper hit the folks, I nicknamed it Meech
Can't f*ck with n*ggas, all these b*tches, they sneakin', ugh

[Post-Chorus: Lil Wop]
I don't be loving these b*tches (b*tches)
I just be f*cking these b*tches (Ugh)
I don't be loving these b*tches (Ayy)
I just be f*cking these b*tches (Wop)
I don't be loving these b*tches (Ayy)
I just be f*cking these b*tches (Ayy, Wop)
I don't be loving these b*tches (Ayy)
I just be f*cking these b*tches (Ayy, ayy)
[Verse 1: Lil Wop]
I just met that b*tch, guess what?
And I just f*cked that b*tch, guess what?
And she just sucked this di*k, guess what?
Now that b*tch gotta dip (Ayy)
Laughing to the bank, f*ck n*gga, haha
I just popped a Xanny bar
Geeking off molly, I'm rollin' so hard
Play the chopper like guitar
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (Trap)
n*gga trappin', juggin' all f*cking day (Ugh)
b*tch, just stay up out my way
I just f*cked that b*tch and f*cked on her face
I just did two-hundred on the e-way
b*tch, it's Lil Wop and I ride with my K
You n*ggas try me, I'ma blow you away (Ugh)

[Chorus: Lil Wop]
I just pulled up in the motherf*ckin' trap
I just pulled up, I done killed the whole lot
All these b*tches, they be coming in sixes
Future Hendrix, I be f*cking real sisters
I can't love a b*tch, in love with my pistol
Plottin' your daughter, tool need more precision (Ugh)
Chopper hit the folks, I nicknamed it Meech
Can't f*ck with n*ggas, all these b*tches, they sneakin', ugh
[Post-Chorus: Lil Wop]
I don't be loving these b*tches (b*tches)
I just be f*cking these b*tches (Ugh)
I don't be loving these b*tches (b*tches)
I just be f*cking these b*tches (Ugh)
I don't be loving these b*tches (Loving these b*tches)
I just be f*cking these b*tches (Ugh)
I don't be loving these b*tches (Ugh)
I just be f*cking these b*tches (Ugh)

[Verse 2: Trippie Redd]
Wop, Wop
No, we don't love these thots (Hahaha)
Hold up, ayy, yeah, woah, woah
No, we don't love these thots (At all)
Only thing I love is my Glock (Yeah)
On the block, lil' n*gga, tote a mop
Shoot a n*gga right in the head, hey
Trippie Redd shining, infrared, hey (Gleaming)
Young n*gga counting my bread, hey
Now a n*gga chillin' on the edge, hey (14)
I ain't talking 'bout the wood
Pulled up with my Ruger, shoot it long like a ruler
Pulled up like Medusa, shining hard like Madoola
Hey, I'm getting all the cake
Count it up, you gonna fake
Taking trips to the bank
Big bank take your f*cking little bank
I'm getting money like a safe
Yeah, I be trappin', ball like Chris Bosh, hey
Rollie-x don't tick-tock, hey
Always turned up in the mosh, hey
f*ck that lil' b*tch, she a thot, yeah
[Chorus: Lil Wop]
I just pulled up in the motherf*ckin' trap
I just pulled up, I done killed the whole lot
All these b*tches, they be coming in sixes
Future Hendrix, I be f*cking real sisters
I can't love a b*tch, in love with my pistol
Plottin' your daughter, tool need more precision (Ugh)
Chopper hit the folks, I nicknamed it Meech
Can't f*ck with n*ggas, all these b*tches, they sneakin', ugh

[Post-Chorus: Lil Wop]
I don't be loving these b*tches (b*tches)
I just be f*cking these b*tches (Ugh)
I don't be loving these b*tches (b*tches)
I just be f*cking these b*tches (Ugh)
I don't be loving these b*tches (Loving these b*tches)
I just be f*cking these b*tches (Ugh)
I don't be loving these b*tches (Ugh)
I just be f*cking these b*tches (Ugh)

[Outro: Lil Wop]
I don't be loving these b*tches
I just be f*cking these b*tches
I don't be loving these b*tches
I just be f*cking these b*tches