Riz & Yoshi - Hula Hoops

Watch how shooters shoot make you move like hula hoop (Hula hoop)
Got no rules
Yea you doin what you gotta do (Gotta do)
Waking up in the morning and I sip that juice (Sip)
Got no tellin
Got no tellin
On what I might do (What I might do)

And she talking bout we fucked but I ain't seen the b (I can't see)
And i'm walking out lil shorty that shit easily (Easily)
I be all about that drip until it's free for me (Free for me)
Man I be all about this shit till I ain't free to see (Free to see)

Oh Shit jack in the box
Dripping on me I ain't wearing Lacoste
We got it going so we had em crossed
Knots in my pocket man I got the sauce
Cream of the crop
Straight through the faucet
We got it jumping can't take a loss
You on that dumb shit I be a boss
You haven't done shit do what I want
Moving that raw
Moving it up
Movin a pack
I guess we ain't going back (Yeah yeah yeah)
I jump out the foreign yea (Yeah yeah yeah)
I got the rick Owen yeah (Yeah yeah yeah)
I ain't gotta pour it yeah (Yeah yeah yeah)

We gotta hold it there (Hold it there)
I shine like a chandelier (Chandelier)
Bitches say I ain't fair (I ain't fair)
Ain't nothing but talent here (Talent here)
I call up my manager (Manager)
He say that I'm out the earth (Out the earth)

Watch how shooters shoot make you move like hula hoop (Hula hoop)
Got no rules
Yea you doin what you gotta do (Gotta do)
Waking up in the morning and I sip that juice (Sip)
Got no tellin
Got no tellin
On what I might do (What I might do)

And she talking bout we fucked but I ain't seen the b (I can't see)
And i'm walking out lil shorty that shit easily (Easily)
I be all about that drip until it's free for me (Free for me)
Man I be all about this shit till I ain't free to see (Free to see)

Beat it up then pass (Pass it)
Don't smoke no gas (No gas)
Triple numbers on the dash (Dash)
Too close you crash (Crash it) (Vroom)
O why O well
You not doing well (Doing well)
O why o well
You know that I can tell (I can tell)
Big baller yes (Ballin)
Made some dollar yea (Yea)
Got some commas yea (Bands)
Fifty thou yea (Cash)
In my mouth yea (Pause)
We the mafia (Yea)
Genie clout yea (Yea)
Rub it off yea (Rub it off)
Expensive, my pants (My pants)
Watch me just dance (My dance)
Outfit unmatched (Unmatched)
Knock out, no hands (Bao)
I'm in the car we might go another litre (Another litre)
Hop out the car now we flying in the leer (Flying in the leer)
You been sending checks but them shits has never cleared (Never cleared)
If you running this shit why you run a couple meters
We outta this bitch I ain't coming back here (Coming back here)
We outta this shit man we gon disappear (We gon disappear)

Watch how shooters shoot make you move like hula hoop (Hula hoop)
Got no rules
Yea you doin what you gotta do (Gotta do)
Waking up in the morning and I sip that juice (Sip)
Got no tellin
Got no tellin
On what I might do (What I might do)

And she talking bout we fucked but I ain't seen the b (I can't see)
And i'm walking out lil shorty that shit easily (Easily)
I be all about that drip until it's free for me (Free for me)
Man I be all about this shit till I ain't free to see (Free to see)

Watch how shooters shoot make you move like hula hoop (Hula hoop)
Got no rules
Yea you doin what you gotta do (Gotta do)
Waking up in the morning and I sip that juice (Sip)
Got no tellin
Got no tellin
On what I might do (What I might do)

And she talking bout we fucked but I ain't seen the b (I can't see)
And i'm walking out lil shorty that shit easily (Easily)
I be all about that drip until it's free for me (Free for me)
Man I be all about this shit till I ain't free to see (Free to see)

Written by:
DINO GENIE

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