Hat Trick lyrics

[Chorus]
Spin around your block, caught three opps, did a hat-trick
Wit' a group of b*tches and I'm f*ckin' on the baddest
I've been reminiscing 'bout the times when I didn't have sh*t
I just caught a red eye, London traveling
Chilling with the roof down, smokin' opp pack
I don't know what they gon' do now, they now coming back
I don't care 'bout the color of her skin, blow her back
Shawty got the opp drop, we gon' pull up with a mask

[Verse 1]
It ain't been the same, got these diamonds, Jhonny Dang
I don't care about what they rappin', I'ma pull up with a blade
If you wanna play with gang, we gon' snatch his chain
That boy runnin' full speed, we know he won't get away
We got choppers and robbers, we body the conflict
Glove don't fit, word to Johnny de Cochran
Dub that b*tch, she on her pеriod, stop
And I hate when that b*tch get high 'causе she obnoxious

[Chorus]
Spin around your block, caught three opps, did a hat-trick
Wit' a group of b*tches and I'm f*ckin' on the baddest
I've been reminiscing 'bout the times when I didn't have sh*t
I just caught a red eye, London traveling
Chilling with the roof down, smokin' opp pack
I don't know what they gon' do now, they now coming back
I don't care 'bout the color of her skin, blow her back
Shawty got the opp drop, we gon' pull up with a mask
[Verse 2]
Tell that b*tch to [?], I'm the top shotta
I feel like I'm NLE Choppa with the dun-dada
I feel like I'm Darth Vader, she call me her father
Only hit it for the night, tryna get me to meet her mama, nada
Big baller, I feel like lil' mellow
Been ballin', I'm a young rich fellow
Shawty blowin' like a cello
They be beggin' for a feature, I'm like, "Hell no"
So much water on my chain, why your sh*t lookin' yellow?
W-where your team at?
Opp thot, bust it open, let the team have it
Smoking on that big gas had that shorty greened out
I don't hit her phone no more, shawty fiending
b*tch, I'm finna spaz, hit one hunnid on the dash
Shawty buggin' if I cuffing if she ain't about that cash
Throw hundreds in the air, little b*tch, I really do this
Look at all the money fallin' you can see the blue strip, we too lit

[Chorus]
Spin around your block, caught three opps, did a hat-trick
Wit' a group of b*tches and I'm f*ckin' on the baddest
I've been reminiscing 'bout the times when I didn't have sh*t
I just caught a red eye, London traveling
Chilling with the roof down, smokin' opp pack
I don't know what they gon' do now, they now coming back
I don't care 'bout the color of her skin, blow her back
Shawty got the opp drop, we gon' pull up with a mask