Loopy - Harry Fraud, Smoke DZA, Chinx

Because I’m hot — smoke designer pot

'Bout to make a movie, so don’t act like a groupie

I’m loopy, loopy, right

Loopy, loopy, right

My Coupe look like Bruce Wayne’s

Trapped on some new chains

Few rings, some new chains

My whip wide, need two lanes

They doped up, need new veins

Fresh like first school days

Hot kicks, some cool shades

I’m looped up like shoe strings

I’m shootin' game at your bitch

And she ain’t got a vest on

Superman in this bitch

I ain’t even got my S on

Your house on my necklace

Your whip on my left arm

Straight candy paint on that Chevrolet

And she gassed up like Chevron

Hear them talk, but we don’t care

Roll up on 'em like a wheelchair

Coke Boyz, we all in

Her pussy wide, I fall in

Both inside and ballin'

My bitch imported from Berlin

My cut like Bruce Lee

Top off that new V

All about that loose leaf

Ball hard like 2−3

Stones on my wrist glass

12 on my bitch bag

I catch wreck like gym class

I’m looped up like Six Flags

I’m loopy, everything’s signed and sealed

I’m gettin' paid even when I chill

They say chill don’t pay the bills

But I’mma have to disagree

That shit don’t apply to me

Right, ain’t a nigga higher

Gold member, no lines, priority flying

Australia like «what up, mate?»

Smokin' on some sour

Eatin' mahi mahi, sippin' on Açaí

Right, perps of the game

Little man from Spain holding up my name

Round table meetings with the bosses of the game

For the Obama campaign

A nigga was tryna get this change

Boys get no air time

Really, I’m too loopy to even care, god

I bought my bitch a new whip

But me, I’d rather wear mine

I’m looped up like Six Flags

I’m looped up like Six Flags

I’m looped up like Six Flags

I catch wreck like gym class

I’m looped up like Six Flags