Bop

Only making bop shit

I been in my head

Smoke this shit till I get nauseous

Money cut my fingers up

I keep it nice and proper

Lil bitch on some thot shit

I think I might like her

Use to ride to bus to school

Woke up in fast car

Woah woah woah

Put a bad bitch on some new shit

Focused all my life

Spend that paper like its loose leaf

chh ahh ahh

I might go back to the old me

I'm like fuck em

We got sticks and drums

If he run up hope he lucky

Flexing and finessing

I used to have jugg jugg

I hope he not no dummy

Try us wish he would would

We don't know them guys

Wanna, feature he gone pay the price

This chain is water

It turn up like night light

Tryna hit her daughter

cll she listen to is Ice Spice

She from cross boarded

Bring a load if the price right

Out to the street lights

We living a street life

Money come and go

They like you can't take it with you

Spend that shit like it's the 1st

Know some robbers still be robbing

I get paid to rap verse

Catch em reaching for my neck

Now he dead his momma hurt

If you scared then go to church