loot

Lyrics

[Intro] Ayy, mami, I'm with Destroy Lonely in this bitch 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 Fuck 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, bitch, yeah I'm living proof I'm off molly the same color, Yeezy boots We gettin' through the mall, bitch, we getting fruit Every season I ball like I fuckin 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 fucking coupe When we in the room, nigga, 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 fuckin' with losers I done called a new bitch and I brought her back home and she suck on my dick while we listen to usual Ask how I live like this, well, I get the guap and I fucking 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 nigga, I been a grown man I ain't giving you shit 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 Fuck 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, bitch, yeah I'm living proof I'm off molly the same color, Yeezy boots We gettin' through the mall, bitch, we getting fruit Every season I ball like I fuckin hoop And my money different colors, what about you?