Lil Jay Wop - 2020 Lyrics

Walked in the bank, 'tryna get mad rich
Got that (pew pew) on my hip, riding' with a bad bitch
And my shawty, she keeping that Nina
And my niggas sip lean by the liter
I be making these hits like I'm Jeter
Shawty, sorry, you are not a keeper, yeah
Credit card, yeah, I'ma get the swiping, yeah yeah
That's a bad bitch, I'ma get the piping', yeah yeah
She go'n throw it back, yeah, I guess she like me, yeah yeah yeah
Yeah, I guess she like me, yeah
And I can't feel my neck from all these chains
Once I make it, can't go back to no minimum wage
But, I ain't got no time to play no games
I just walk on a beat and I'm bringing the heat, and you know that I'm bringing the flame
And I'm only 18, don't think this shit ever stopping
I just be dropping all these hits, and all these shits never flopping
Yeah, I be right up in New York, but I am not Milly Rockin'
I just had to run the bag up, yeah, without any option
I ain't broke, nigga, I aint' scamming' or robbin'
And if the niggas want some problems, we go'n pop out and solve it, yeah
Loyalty, that's in my blood, all my niggas, I got 'em, yeah
I got 'em, yuh
L O Y A L T Y, that's loyalty, yeah
Shawty bad, but she the devil in disguise
You could tell by her eyes
That's no surprise
Fuck with her, you go'n die, yeah
Get a girl that's go'n ride, yeah
One that's prolly go'n slide, yeah
Just don't get close to me
Look at these diamonds all over me
I eat the (woo) like grocery
I'm all over the East Coast, my G
And I ride with that blicky yeah
And I ride with that sticky yeah
Niggas wanna come get me
I want all the smoke like a chimney
Keep the K right with me
And I'm right in yo' city
Poppin' shit like I'm Diddy
Can't nobody fuck with me yeah
Strip Club, we litty yeah
Showing ass & titties yeah
Throwing money like a frisbee yeah
Some of my niggas, they still in the trap
I'm tryna run up them m'fuckin racks
Runnin' it up 'till I get me a plaque
Say that's yo' bitch, I don't know about that
Bend that bitch over, I hit from the back
All of a sudden, they all wanna rap
You niggas be trash, you needa relax
You needa relax boy
Better take a step back boy
'Fore yo' ass get clapped boy
Cause I keep a mac boy
All my niggas be strapped boy
Pull up with no mask boy
Fuck around, you get blast boy

Walked in the bank, 'tryna get mad rich
Got that (pew pew) on my hip, riding' with a bad bitch
And my shawty, she keeping that Nina
And my niggas sip lean by the liter
I be making these hits like I'm Jeter
Shawty, sorry, you are not a keeper, yeah
Credit card, yeah, I'ma get the swiping, yeah yeah
That's a bad bitch, I'ma get the piping', yeah yeah
She go'n throw it back, yeah, I guess she like me, yeah yeah yeah
Yeah, I guess she like me, yeah
And I can't feel my neck from all these chains
Once I make it, can't go back to no minimum wage
But, I ain't got no time to play no games
I just walk on a beat and I'm bringing the heat, and you know that I'm bringing the flame
And I'm only 18, don't think this shit ever stopping
I just be dropping all these hits, and all these shits never flopping
Yeah, I be right up in New York, but I am not Milly Rockin'
I just had to run the bag up, yeah, without any option
I ain't broke, nigga, I aint' scamming' or robbin'
And if the niggas want some problems, we go'n pop out and solve it, yeah
Loyalty, that's in my blood, all my niggas, I got 'em, yeah
I got 'em, yuh
L O Y A L T Y, that's loyalty, yeah
Shawty bad, but she the devil in disguise
You could tell by her eyes
That's no surprise
Fuck with her, you go'n die, yeah
Get a girl that's go'n ride, yeah
One that's prolly go'n slide, yeah
Just don't get close to me
Look at these diamonds all over me
I eat the (woo) like grocery
I'm all over the East Coast, my G
And I ride with that blicky yeah
And I ride with that sticky yeah
Niggas wanna come get me
I want all the smoke like a chimney
Keep the K right with me
And I'm right in yo' city
Poppin' shit like I'm Diddy
Can't nobody fuck with me yeah
Strip Club, we litty yeah
Showing ass & titties yeah
Throwing money like a frisbee yeah
Some of my niggas, they still in the trap
I'm tryna run up them m'fuckin racks
Runnin' it up 'till I get me a plaque
Say that's yo' bitch, I don't know about that
Bend that bitch over, I hit from the back
All of a sudden, they all wanna rap
You niggas be trash, you needa relax
You needa relax boy
Better take a step back boy
'Fore yo' ass get clapped boy
Cause I keep a mac boy
All my niggas be strapped boy
Pull up with no mask boy
Fuck around, you get blast boy