Yop (U Wit A Star) [DJ Holiday Version]

And just like that, we gone
One time for Sexyy Red
The biggest in the game
My **** Zaytoven, Metro Boomin
St. Louis, stand up
This for the real trappers right here
This one gon' feed the streets for a while
Matter of fact, run this shit back
Holiday season
Holiday season
Metro

You with a mother****in' star, ho
Respect a real gangsta bitch, when you speaking, bitch

Huh, huh, huh, huh
You with a star!
Ah, ah, ah (Sexyy, Sexyy, Sexyy, Sexyy)
Look at my car
Car, ah, ah
I'll take you far
Far, ah, ah
Yop, yop, yop, yop
Yop, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, It's Sexyy!

Ain't got my hair done, still the baddest bitch from head to feet
The Gucci purse on, booty shorts, in a white tee
Ain't gotta do too much, yeah, I know that you notice me
He know I'm a hot bitch, Sexyy super spicy
Super icy, super feisty
Sexyy super sexy, bitch these **** wanna bite me (Damn)
How you lookin' at me, baby, I know that you like me
Stunna shades on, I'm on that shit, somebody turn on the beat
Big Sexyy, the hottest, you know I can rap on anything
I don't see nobody, all these lil' bitches under me
I can take you far, baby, I'm famous, I done seen some things
He ain't got no choice but to believe me, how these diamonds bling

You with a star! (Yeah)
Ah, ah, ah (Yeah, Sexyy, Sexyy, Sexyy, Sexyy)
Look at my car (Yeah, yeah)
Car, ah, ah (Yeah)
I'll take you far
Far, ah, ah (I'll take you far, ho)
Yop, yop, yop, yop
Yop, yop, uh-huh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, It's Sexyy!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Alright, yeah, I'll come in like this

I'm high as ****, the **** (****, what the ****?)
What's in my cup? I'm stuck (Bitch, I'm stuck)
Bitches up, we in them trucks (Up, we in them trucks, ho)
Yop, yop (Yop, yop, yop, yop)
I'm like the boss, them ops
Think I'm a mark, I'm way too star
Bitch, I'm a star, ah
Look at my car, that bitch gon' rawr

S-Sexyy, I'm the shit, yeah, I'm on that shit, yeah (You know it)
Same Louis shit, yeah, I rep that shit, yeah (On blood)
Got my cousin in this bitch, yeah, we the shit, yeah (On blood)
Ghetto rock star, yeah, I'm that bitch, yeah (I'm fire)
Sexyy wanna smoke, yeah, run some blunts, yeah
Look me in my eyes, I'm turnt as ****, you can tell (Yop)
Looking fresh as ****, and I'm reeking of that, yeah (Yop)
In the airport, they're like, "Damn, what's that smell?"

You with a star!
Ah, ah, ah (Yop, yop, yop, you with a star!)
Look at my car
Car, ah, ah (Look at my car)
I'll take you far (Take you far)
Far, ah, ah (I'll take you far, ho)
Yop, yop, yop, yop
Yop, yop, yop, yop, yop, yop, yop, yop, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Holiday season, Sexyy Red
Killing the streets
Bring that mother****ing bag up, too
And this shit too easy, baby
Holiday season, ****
The biggest