Popeyes

Never basic
We rock k swiss
Up in Switzerland
Tomorrow in japan
How we run up them bands
I barely understand
I had a couple plans
And they all came with bands
Some of them came with fans
I feel like I'm the man
Beat slap like timberlands
In my timberlands
Might sign a deal wit puma
To fuck the middle man
Rip nip see it wasn't in the plans
Now got got bigger dreams
And we got high demands
We got a masterplan
Without a backup plan
Cause if it get backed up
Not going back again
I'm way too high to land
Threw up and mopped again
When you ain't got trust
Then what's point of sharing
If we ain't got lust
Then what's the point of caring
I'm trying win again
Got power with fifty cents
I got a couple friends
My circle small like bands
Bitch bitch bitch

Started from a ten
Now I blow money my trap hot
We can't hold hands
I won't save you
You a fucking thot
All you nigga square
And in the way
Like a cinder block
Knew I was the man since kindergarten
You'd think I'm cooking grits
How I whip the pot
Pull up with one hundred sticks
No I not trying serve you nothing
I only got curfew
When I see your bitch is coming
Shorty she looking broken
And I not even wearing pockets
Might need a time out
When I come out wit my offense
All this ice give you frostbite
I ain't talking Tom Coughlin
In the box seats
Counting green with treball up in Boston
I ain't talking popeyes
But I give that girl the pipe
Who going broke not i
Just made 10 bands tonight
Bitch I'm wit the fam
I had friends when I rode bikes
Riding in a lamb
On the turnpike
I be getting paper with all my termites
Y'all be hot as fuck like I don't serve ice
You can call me Mr mopper
How I curve the price
Never basic
Never basic



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Writer(s): Maurice Parker
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