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duwap kaine - hop up in a rari ft. tay-k - prod. pugboi lyrics

[chorus: duwap kaine]
i’m in ysl with the gang
for my jeans i just spent the whole thang
i can take your b*tch by a blink
i love weed, we together, yeah, we sync
used to wear my cuban link, now i got vvs in my chain
i’m not worried ’bout no b*tch nor am i worried about a lame
bein’ broke or bein’ sad, that’s two things i can’t claim
finna hop up in this ‘rari, i can’t travel by them trains

[verse 1: tay*k]
fu*fu*f*ck a beat, i was tryna beat a case
but i ain’t beat that case, b*tch, i did the race
beat it up, where i nut? shorty face
eli blast crackin’ 4s like a vase
pop a n*gga then i go out my way
do the dash then i go out the way
ro*ro*rob a n*gga shoes, rob a n*gga lace
we tryna see a hunnid bands in our facе
pimp gon’ be eatin’ good noodles еvery day
b*tch, i’m drawin’ doodles, tay*k, paint the way
choppa tear your dudies into fish fillet
i*i*i woke up too moody, who gon’ die today?
shoot a f*ckboy in his mothaf*ckin’ face
we*we*we cookin’ up, boy, you don’t wanna go dat way
gotta go dat way, you get robbed for your rackades
gotta go dat way, boy, you not gon’ be happy
i*i*i tote 50s, i’m a shooter like young pappy
b*tch try to rob, we make her dance, michael jackson
we was plottin’, y’all was tryna get the pack in
get the pack in, you get robbed for a fraction
i*i*i’m lil tay*k, i don’t think you want no action
you want action, you get turned into past tense
your boys deep? well, let’s get to subtractin’
smith & wesson made my 9 with sub*compaction
[chorus: duwap kaine]
i’m in ysl with the gang
for my jeans i just spent the whole thang
i can take your b*tch by a blink
i love weed, we together, yeah, we sync
used to wear my cuban link, now i got vvs in my chain
i’m not worried ’bout no b*tch nor am i worried about a lame
bein’ broke or bein’ sad, that’s two things i can’t claim
finna hop up in this ‘rari, i can’t travel by them trains

[verse 2: duwap kaine]
my beamer all white, selena gomez
b*tches run their mouth, y’all be some whole feds
braids in my hair, i don’t f*ck with the dreads
i got adhd but i don’t take meds
only thing i care about is gettin’ straight to the bread
you don’t gotta listen or give a f*ck ’bout what i said
’cause as long as i get money you know i’ma get ahead
i’m a young rich n*gga, you a broke boy instead
gas get you so high you can’t remember me
saint laurent on my jeans, i know you envy me
when i’m smoking on this dope, i lose my energy
i be flexin’ way too hard, my wristband louis v
my wristband louis v, part of my accessory
i’m the hood dispensary
i smoke dope, f*ck hennessy
walk out the spot and you know i’m finna be flee
skrrt*skrrt in that beamer even though it’s an suv
i don’t really give a d*mn if you f*ck with me
i just wanna get this money, i just wanna do me
i keep buyin’ ysl, yeah, it stay with me
fell in love with them hundreds, man, i know you can see
fell in love with designer, put the coach on my feet
b*tch, you know i get money, i ain’t buyin’ nothin’ cheap
and i’m flexin’ so hard, flexin’ now as i speak
with the gang, with my n*ggas, b*tch, you know we gon’ tweak
[chorus: duwap kaine]
i’m in ysl with the gang
for my jeans i just spent the whole thang
i can take your b*tch by a blink
i love weed, we together, yeah, we sync
used to wear my cuban link, now i got vvs in my chain
i’m not worried ’bout no b*tch nor am i worried about a lame
bein’ broke or bein’ sad, that’s two things i can’t claim
finna hop up in this ‘rari, i can’t travel by them trains

- prod pugboi lyrics

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