Yan P - Liplock Ft. Tymn Lyrics

F*ck your songs, I bump my own shit
Car go fast, I rent my own whip
Sip my lean till I can't focus
Smoke my weed till I feel dope bitch
Come get this dick my Gochu
Swear my lip don't lock
Swear I flip that rock I got that
Draco bang my block
Walk up with the flock, they pop in
Blue bands on my head
Black flame make me sweat
White gold on my neck
My God keep me blessed
Yeah hold up
Who the f*ck is these bitches
One's with all the zero's
They ain't f*cking with these digits
Roll up
Smoking sweet swishers
I ain't f*cking with the backwoods
I think I'm too different
That tool hittin
Cock back aim with the new vision
Laid back kick it with the juice sipping
That gold link
She money dance
F*ck two stepping
F*ck bad bitch on sight
Run this shit for life
Iceman with the sprite
Jumpman with the flight
I got that
Bet that money go pop
Bet shorty gon hit that top
I drop that
Bet that party don't stop
Bad tripping with the Van Gogh blot
I drop that
Bet I go bang that block
Bet I cut that line just to save your spot
Bet I go whip that pot
Bet I cut that brick just to flip that rock
I'm gone
Yea
Bitch I'm gone
Off the juice
With the Henny and Patron
Tell that bitch that I be gone
Yea
Yea, I been gone
For the night
Got me f*cking up my life
It ain't right
Roll my spliff, Gucci, Prada
We smoking on that designer
Hit that bitch, with your daughter
Got that white girl, like Madonna
Get that zip, f*ck up a comma
She droppin it for them dollas
Get the pack and flip flop
She grip it and lip lock
Roll my spliff, Gucci, Prada
We smoking on that designer
Hit that bitch, with your daughter
Got that white girl, like Madonna
Get that zip, f*ck up a comma
She droppin it for them dollas
Get the pack and flip flop
She grip it and lip lock
I'm gone
Okay, Stop the talking
Bitch you know I'm off it all
Got them, pouring up
All my motions moving slow
Too gone, can't feel my soul
Can't walk, I'm in the zone
She banging all on my phone
10 bitches, I'm all alone
Six 40's flooded, she's horny
You Ja bronie, I'm master of tones
Im rising and taking over
Don't get smoked
They love the drip cause it's foreign
Finesse it, when on the song
I hit it and flip flop
She grip it and lip lock
I'm gone
Yea
Bitch I'm gone
Off the juice
With the Henny and Patron
Tell that bitch that I be gone
Yea
Yea, I been gone
For the night
Got me f*cking up my life
It ain't right
Roll my spliff, Gucci, Prada
We smoking on that designer
Hit that bitch, with your daughter
Got that white girl, like Madonna
Get that zip, f*ck up a comma
She droppin it for them dollas
Get the pack and flip flop
She grip it and lip lock
Roll my spliff, Gucci, Prada
We smoking on that designer
Hit that bitch, with your daughter
Got that white girl, like Madonna
Get that zip, f*ck up a comma
She droppin it for them dollas
Get the pack and flip flop
She grip it and lip lock
I'm gone