Hoops

Hoops: https://soundcloud.com/vvali/hoops-prod-by-dann-avenew

[Hook]

Records over Record City mascot

40-something gushing for the backshot.

30-something women in the rear-view.

All the hitters jumpin’ issa minstrel.

I just pulled a “Hoops” on a skinny rich,

20-something bustin’ with the wrong clique.

I just pulled a “Hoops” on a Billie Jean,

bottle-counting, 20-something bustin’ with the wrong clique.

[Verse 1]

Envelopes of money in the fanmail. (fanmail)

Focus on me heavy like an anvil. (and I’m heavy)

Visions of Madonnas on the warpath. (warpath)

Bust it in her Ch-Chi I afford that.

I just pulled a “Hoops” on a billie jean.

Bonnie told me money can buy anything.

I just pulled a “Hoops” on a skinny rich;

Pockets in her cars, in the clothes on her lines like.

Sounding like the stories of my life.

Rode it in the water I’m a dirty number 9.

Rollin’ it at home and I’m a dirty number 2.

I’m a dog, I’m a savage, I’m a ghost, I’m a ghoul.

Googling her potion and the labels on her shoes.

Wrap it if it’s Roman, I’m a Roman I’m a rew.

Drippin’ over waters in her pool, and I drops;

On her Ford, oh my Wang, oh my lord, oh my Choo.

“Hoops is a song for and about rich women.”

[Hook]

Records over Record City mascot

40-something gushing for the backshot.

30-something women in the rear-view.

All the hitters jumpin’ issa minstrel.

I just pulled a “Hoops” on a skinny rich,

20-something bustin’ with the wrong click.

I just pulled a “Hoops” on a Billie Jean,

bottle-counting, 20-something bustin’ with the wrong click.

[Verse 2]

Poppin’ out the bill, through the ceiling every night.

Guess I gotta shape-shift every single time.

Guess I gotta hang, every night.

Pockets outta steam, blowing outta my mind.

I ain’t tryna save the day; told her baby spend the night.

This an honorary mention for my lyrics on her thighs.

I got 30 silver pieces and I’m selling out a crowd.

Down for any come up if the motherfuckers right.

This the same one, heffer ‘bout my business I’mma bang one.

Niggas so soft and I heard you gotta change one.

Chain us, stuntin’ it before I’m 23.

Ain’t in Durban for the breeze,

I make Ch-Chi RIP. (RIP)

“This an honorary mention for my lyrics on her thighs.”

[Hook]

Records over Record City mascot

40-something gushing for the backshot.

30-something women in the rear-view.

All the hitters jumpin’ issa minstrel.

I just pulled a “Hoops” on a skinny rich,

20-something bustin’ with the wrong click.

I just pulled a “Hoops” on a Billie Jean,

bottle-counting, 20-something bustin’ with the wrong click. [X2]

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