YOP (U Wit a Star) Lyrics – Sexyy Red, Metro Boomin

Read the complete YOP (U Wit a Star) Lyrics by Sexyy Red and Metro Boomin from the album Yo Favorite Trappa Favorite Rappa along with song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Sexyy Red’s music, you can also explore Call Your Name and Cheetah Print, two other songs by Sexyy Red.

[Intro: Metro Boomin]
And just like that, we gone (Metro)
One time for S*xyy Red, the biggest in the game
My n!gga Zaytoven, Metro Boomin
St. Louis, stand up, this is for the real trappers right here
This is gon’ feed them streets for a while
Matter of fact, run this s*it back
Holiday season
Holiday season
(Metro)

[Chorus: S*xyy Red]

You with a motherfu*king star, ho
Respect a real gangsta b!tch, when you speaking, b!tch
Huh, huh, huh, huh (Ho, yeah, yeah)
You with a star
Ah, ah (S*xyy, S*xyy), ah (S*xyy, S*xyy)
Look at my car
Car, ah, ah (Yoom, skrrt, skrrt, skkrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I’ll take you far
Far, ah, ah (Yop, yop, yop, yop)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yеah, yeah
(Yeah, yeah, yеah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, it’s S*xyy)

[Verse 1: S*xyy Red]
Ain’t got my hair done, still the baddest b!tch from head to feet (On blood)
The Gucci purse on, booty shorts, in a white tee, yeah
Ain’t gotta do too much, yeah, I know that you notice me (You know it’s S*xyy)
He know I’m a hot b!tch, S*xyy super spicy, yeah
Super icy, yeah, super feisty (Wow)
S*xyy super s*xy, b!tch these n!ggas wanna bite me (Damn)
How you looking at me, baby? I know that you like me, yeah
Stunna shades on, I’m on that s*it, somebody turn on the beat (Grrah, grrah)
Big S*xyy, the hottest, you know I can rap on anything (Bow, bow)
I don’t see nobody, all these lil’ b!tches 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 (Wah, wah, wah)

[Chorus: S*xyy Red]
You with a star, yeah
Ah, ah, ah (Yeah, S*xyy, S*xyy, S*xyy, S*xyy)
Look at my car (Yeah, yeah)
Car, ah, ah (Yeah, yoom, yoom, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I’ll take you far
Far, ah, ah (I’ll take you far, ho, yop, yop, yop, yop)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yop, yop, uh-huh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (It’s S*xyy)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Alright, yeah, I’ll come in like this

[Verse 2: S*xyy Red]
I’m high as fu*k, the fu*k (Fu*k, what the fu*k?)
What’s in my cup? I’m stuck (B!tch, I’m stuck)
B!tches up, we in them trucks (Up, we in them trucks, ho)
Yop, yop (Yop, yop, yop, yop)
I’m like the boss, you ops (Ah)
Think I’m a mark (I’m a mark), I’m way too star (I’m way too star)
B!tch, I’m a star (I’m a star), ah (Ah)
Look at my car (Look at my car), that b!tch gon’ rawr (That b!tch gon’ rawr)
S-S*xyy, I’m the s*it, yeah, I’m on that s*it, yeah (You know it)
Same Louis s*it, yeah, I rep that s*it, yeah (On blood)
Got my cousin in this b!tch, yeah, we the s*it, yeah (On blood)
Ghetto rock star, yeah, I’m that b!tch, yeah (I’m fire)
S*xyy wanna smoke, yeah, run some blunts, yeah, yeah
Look me in my eyes, I’m turnt as fu*k, you can tell (Yop)
Looking fresh as fu*k and I’m reeking of that, yeah (Yop)
In the airport, they’re like, “Damn, what’s that smell?”

[Chorus: S*xxy Red]
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, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I’ll take you far (Take you far)
Far, ah, ah (I’ll take you far, ho, ah, ah, ah)
Yop, yop, yop, yop (Yop, yop, yop, yop, yop, yop, yop, yop)

[Outro: S*xxy Red, Metro Boomin]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
DJ Holiday (Holiday season)
S*xxy Red
Killing the streets
Bring that bag up too
It’s been too easy, baby
Holiday season, n!gga
The biggest