Lob Lyrics - Juliann Alexander

[Intro: Kid Ink] 

Ooh, ah yeah 

[Chorus: Kid Ink] 

Pop a wheelie with no hands, put it in the sky 

Threw that bitch a lob, threw that bitch a lob 

Money make her dance, put you on a job 

Threw that bitch a lob, threw that bitch a lob 

[Verse 1: Kid Ink] 

Money bag, yo, go keep a chain, hundred bag 

Backwood if you really 'bout that smoke 

Know your type, only niggas that ain't broke 

Dance in them Jimmy Choos, ayy 

Your skin color a bottle of Yoo-hoo 

That big old dude, I point and shoot 

Came with the truth, case niggas start actin' boof 

I can't refuse, she with y'all 

Least she fighter with the moves 

I threw that lob like I coulda went to Duke 

Lil baby, it's just right 'cause she demand 

Walk it like I talk it in these Vans, ah yeah 

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[Chorus: Kid Ink] 

Pop a wheelie with no hands, put it in the sky 

Threw that bitch a lob, threw that bitch a lob 

Money make her dance, put you on a job 

Threw that bitch a lob, threw that bitch a lob 

[Verse 2: Rory Fresco] 

It ain't nothin' to me, jewelry cold like one degree 

I'ma throw it all, it's gon' fall from a hundred feet 

Rory don't do nothin' cheap, don't sleep at the Double Tree 

Bad bitches run at me like, can you give me somethin' to see? 

She gon' go long for the throat, my son her 

And she all alone on her own, need a sponsor 

I threw all this cash, if I do my math right 

You just do a sash, I go through the smash 

Livin' stupid fast, bitch, I do the dash 

It ain't same type of shit that will get you to crash 

Just know who in first, don't know who in last 

I just threw the bag, if the truth be asked 

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[Chorus: Kid Ink] 

Pop a wheelie with no hands, put it in the sky 

Threw that bitch a lob, threw that bitch a lob 

Money make her dance, put you on a job 

Threw that bitch a lob, threw that bitch a lob 

[Verse 3: Juliann Alexander] 

I could tell that she a fan, I'm a rock star with no band 

I get money in advance, then I do my money dance 

Can you throw it back on me by chance? 

You a bad bitch, you ain't innocent 

I just walked in with a brand new bitch 

And a rock star clique, you can suck my dick 

Rest in peace to Lil Peep, took a Xan in the whip 

Swervin' on a highway, swervin' on your bitch 

[Outro: Kid Ink] 

Pop a willy with no hands, put it in the sky 

Threw that bitch a lob, ooh that shit a vibe 

Ooh, ah yeah