Duwop lyrics

[Intro]
(It's DP on the beat)
Slime
(DP)
You know how we rockin', n*gga
On gang, man
Shout out DP
Sito, Sito, Sito

[Chorus]
I'm a hot boy on the block wit' extendos
Trapping so I got three cellphones
Glock on me and you know that b*tch two-tone
Twelve hot so I work off the flip-phone
Smoke exotic and you know that sh*t so strong
b*tch wit' me and she don't wanna go home
f*ckin' on your b*tch, she doin' you so wrong
Stick on me so you don't wanna get it on
In the trap working like Fred Flintstone
Off of these drugs, I can't make it back home
Now a n*gga hot, I feel like Mike Jones
Up on the block and I'm workin' two zones
I'm a young boss so you know I move alarmed
Better get your b*tch, she blowin' up my phone
Two Glocks on me and I keep that sh*t on
All my shooters shootin', yeah, they stay armed
[Verse]
All these plays that I got on my trap phone
I'm a jefe, n*gga, I don't need a loan
AR hit that n*gga scalp like a comb
Two b*tches wit' me and they get along
Robbed that n*gga, yeah, I slimed him for his chump
Free the gang, I can't wait 'til they get home
Got a lil' slime b*tch, she a redbone
Duwap wit' me and he smokin' cones
.40 on me, man, leave me alone
Had to kick that b*tch out of my home
Red lean all up in my Styrofoam
Chopper hold me down like a bad bone
Talkin' brazy, n*gga, watch your dome
Remember days by the Georgia Dome
All white pistol on, like sh*t chrome
Hollow hit that n*gga right in his dome

[Chorus]
I'm a hot boy on the block wit' extendos
Trapping so I got three cellphones
Glock on me and you know that b*tch two-tone
Twelve hot so I work off the flip-phone
Smoke exotic and you know that sh*t so strong
b*tch wit' me and she don't wanna go home
f*ckin' on your b*tch, she doin' you so wrong
Stick on me so you don't wanna get it on
In the trap working like Fred Flintstone
Off of these drugs, I can't make it back home
Now a n*gga hot, I feel like Mike Jones
Up on the block and I'm workin' two zones
I'm a young boss so you know I move alarmed
Better get your b*tch, she blowin' up my phone
Two Glocks on me and I keep that sh*t on
All my shooters shootin', yeah, they stay armed