Mop (Remix) lyrics

[INTRO]

Ayy mop, mop

[VERSE]

Ride through this b*tch and I guarantee you and yo passengers won't make it off of this block

She told me i'm looking like money, baby that's funny I actually get that a lot

You can get hit with them nickels, I leave em all in yo front seat like the change in yo car

Top, I need top, once you stop, then you drop, I like super freaky b*tches and they don't even stop once they see snot

And ain't sh*t up in here legal, finna parade on yo block
And I ain't back n forth with n*ggas, I got guap, I get em dropped

For the low low, shootas we get his low low, we gon' make that FN ddddunn, no shorty low low

And that money callin, hello. yo new b*tch is my fellow, he think he a ninja turtle, shell his back up, Donatello

Why you talking on them pillows I be smoking out em, I just put my di*k up in her, you be smoking out her

Prolly stressin out and what I smoke got hella power, he a ghost don't know who shot him like the end of power

Rain that 45 in yo direction you get super powers. I'm the highest n*gga up in my city f*ck the Sears tower
You wanted smoke so we don't stop, even after hours. yo hoe a freak I only see her when it's after hours

And even then I want top, top, top, top, don't stop, stop, stop, stop
Sippin on this wok, wok, wok hoping I don't crash this car, car, car, car

And I paid too much for it so i'm showing off my wrist, I turn yo car into one of those jeeps, blow the doors off that b*tch

And these shoes on my feet they cost a couple of yo fits, I know she like me for my money but she only catch this di*k

And I did it, then yall did it, yall ain't sh*t but copycats. ain't no stopping me from scoring, sh*t I feel like Ja Morant. and he think he want this hot sh*t finna break the thermostat

Foenem sit outside yo crib, aiming at yo welcome mat. they ain't got sh*t else to do so it ain't sh*t to double back. thanks to whoever pumped yo head up finna leave yo sh*t on flat

Aiming at yo top, top, top, finna watch it pop, pop, pop, pop