Lyrics We Hoopin - Realname Kash

Gravy is a meat extender

Posted up I'm stoop kid
So fuckin' high got my eyelids droopin
Hot day hit the courts we hoopin
Then buy a couple bottles hit the river go tubin
One thing I'll never ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever do again is losin
Had to the leave the city til' I copped a Lamborghini
Now I'm back for the fam and we cruisin yeah
Whole squad with me and we stay a buck fitty
Down to date a cougar if she ain't above fitty
We in the club gettin' litty like a titty
I could not care less if you ain't fuckin' with me
Whole life blessed first thirty was a test
Ice Spice nice but I'm cookin' with the zest
Made it to the top of the mountain
And I'm screamin' like a mother fuckin' maniac I'm bangin' on my chest
Got a Queen makin' moves like chess
Eleven out of ten and she blow it like a ref
I don't know if this a flex
But I get so many tuggers that my dick curves left
Would me and Helen Keller get along? Def
Would me and Anne Frank hit the bong? Yes
That shit automatic like grand theft
Got this shit poppin' with a grand left
Roll through the city we smoothin
Got a baddie in the front seat sippin' on a smoothie
Is it Helen is it Anne no but it's lookin' like a movie
I been goin' dumb I'm loopy
I wouldn't fuck you on a roofie
Cheatin' lil bitch in my phone Altuve
I'll see you next Tuesday
I'm Brady you Flutie Realname