​loot lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, mami, I'm with Destroy Lonely in this b*tch
Fumando, gozando y te invito a nuestra casa
Traphouse mansion
I'm on the Percocet, I'm getting groovy
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm on the san tan through the roof
(Go crazy, Cam)

[Chorus]
You gotta have a move
Don't be lazy, make a move
'Bout the guap lookin for the loot
On the top tryna touch the moon
f*ck these thots, put 'em out the loop
Off of all Xans for the troops
I'm off the the san tan, through the roof
I pop a Percocet, I'm getting groovy
I'ma walk through the dark tryna get to you
I need you baby, yeah, I'm loving you
Wockesha, yeah, she mixing up my juice
I'm not dreaming, b*tch, yeah I'm living proof
I'm off molly the same color, Yeezy boots
We gettin' through the mall, b*tch, we getting fruit
Every season I ball like I f*ckin hoop
And my money different colors, what about you?
[Verse]
This life that I live something like a movie
I'm rocking Viv, this not a moon
They telling fibs, that is not the truth
I stay with the shooter, yeah, I'm moving troops
It smell like Gelato in this f*cking coupe
When we in the room, n*gga, who is you?
No, I'm never home, always on the move
Desert Eagle chrome, pointed right at you
And you know that we smoke, whole back gone
Exotic aroma fillin' up the room
Oh, that's your hoe, I might send her back home
I didn't know that the bih be f*ckin' with losers
I done called a new b*tch and I brought her back home and she suck on my di*k while we listen to usual
Ask how I live like this, well, I get the guap and I f*cking abuse it
And my brothers hit licks with no mask
And I used to be broke with no cash
I can't cap, sometimes I be down bad
But I get it right back, so it don't last
Since a young n*gga, I been a grown man
I ain't giving you sh*t so don't ask
I might bang on my chest just like Tarzan
And I walk out the bank with all cash

[Chorus]
You gotta have a move
Don't be lazy, make a move
'Bout the guap lookin for the loot
On the top tryna touch the moon
f*ck these thots, put 'em out the loop
Off of all Xans for the troops
I'm off the the san tan, through the roof
I pop a Percocet, I'm getting groovy
I'ma walk through the dark tryna get to you
I need you baby, yeah, I'm loving you
Wockiesha, yeah, she mixing up my juice
I'm not dreaming, b*tch, yeah I'm living proof
I'm off molly the same color, Yeezy boots
We gettin' through the mall, b*tch, we getting fruit
Every season I ball like I f*ckin hoop
And my money different colors, what about you?