Pul out Dah Yoppa - Lil B

Might change your life, we can’t go home

Everybody know how the game go

Hit you with the stick for that motherfuckin' gold

Everybody know how the game go

Still draw the yoppa, that motherfuckin' pole

Everybody know how the game go

Hittin' licks on sucka or these motherfuckin' hoes

Everybody know how the game go

Might draw the yoppa, that motherfuckin' pole

Boy check this here, you know how it go

Out here flirting with these motherfuckin' hoes

Man, I’m robbin', man might hit your home

Ride Astin Martin to the motherfuckin' show

Take this money and I take your fuckin' clothes

I’m a stunna, bitch I’m a hustler

Trap house boom and you know we do a number

Pull out the yoppa, pull out the yoppa

Pull out the yoppa, pull out the yoppa

Pull out the yoppa, pull out the yoppa

Pull out the yoppa, pull out the yoppa

Hit you with that stick like a god damn bitch

Pull that yoppa out and you know you gon' snitch

Yoppas in the car and there’s yoppas in the house

Yoppas in the dresser and there’s yoppas in the couch

Dope in the freezer, there’s dope in my mouth

You don’t think I sell dope bitch?

Go and check the couch

Everyday I sell dope and it’s

Everyday I sell dope, you know it’s for the low

Fuck in checkin’mail and you know I check the ho

Selling hand bags like I’m in Mexico

Got a couple purses at the corner store

Check this here bitch, you know how it go