Pockets Fat Like Popo
Pullin' up in a ghost Danny Phantom
I'm holdin' this beat up for ransom huh
I got these rappers throwin' tantrums
Got me in they head like some dandruff huh
King of the net I don't care bouta goalie
Anyone cross me I'm leavin' 'em holy
I'm leavin' you squares red ravioli
When I'm on the mic boy I'm feelin' like Kobe
Cause bitch I'm the goat drip like a boat
Keep me a pole for any foe
Make you nap like a 'fro dodgin' the hoes
Leave his top red like his name lil boat
If he talkin' real foul we pullin' up to his spot
And we gonna need a towel for what we do with the Glock
He gon be speaking in vowels and then we gon need a mop
We leavin' 'em in a
Who gon step to me you little boy you must be psycho
Fuck with me we slice 'em up and leavin' red lines like a typo
I'm gon be like Miami and spit that heat like I'm a pyro
When I spit right off the dome it's super sharp like I'm a rhino
I glowed up might go dumb people be hatin' because I might blow up
That's why they at the bottom you know that I'm focused
I be out of this world like I am an astronaut
And music's my profession gotta flow and have bars like reception
I'm the hero in the game they injectin'
And you stay watchin' me like teachers in detention
It aint my fault that I'm rappin perfection
Killin' careers that is not my intention so
Imma just blame it on natural selection
You got better chances in other dimensions
You don't have to lie you know that you my son
You do what I say I feel like I'm Simon
You ride all my waves I feel like Poseidon
Your song made my ears fall off like Tyson
You just beg like a hobo I hop out the car they take photos
She bouncin' on me like a pogo FG is the logo
My pockets fat like Mr. Popo she blowin' on me like an oboe
But she smell like radish hole in you like Raditz
Not talkin Judge Judy I stay with a hammer got hoes like I'm Santa
I come to your land and I make it intense I ain't talkin' bout campers
You ain't make a cent all week I get bread while sleep on a beat y'all weak as a baby
I need a check for a feat y'alls feats' all free and I be that king they obeying
I got the drip and I bait 'em with a hook talk shit and I'll get him sleepin' with the fishes
Listen if she flirtin' I'm curvin' cause I got a girl and you know that I stay bout my missus
I'm holdin' this beat up for ransom huh
I got these rappers throwin' tantrums
Got me in they head like some dandruff huh
King of the net I don't care bouta goalie
Anyone cross me I'm leavin' 'em holy
I'm leavin' you squares red ravioli
When I'm on the mic boy I'm feelin' like Kobe
Cause bitch I'm the goat drip like a boat
Keep me a pole for any foe
Make you nap like a 'fro dodgin' the hoes
Leave his top red like his name lil boat
If he talkin' real foul we pullin' up to his spot
And we gonna need a towel for what we do with the Glock
He gon be speaking in vowels and then we gon need a mop
We leavin' 'em in a
Who gon step to me you little boy you must be psycho
Fuck with me we slice 'em up and leavin' red lines like a typo
I'm gon be like Miami and spit that heat like I'm a pyro
When I spit right off the dome it's super sharp like I'm a rhino
I glowed up might go dumb people be hatin' because I might blow up
That's why they at the bottom you know that I'm focused
I be out of this world like I am an astronaut
And music's my profession gotta flow and have bars like reception
I'm the hero in the game they injectin'
And you stay watchin' me like teachers in detention
It aint my fault that I'm rappin perfection
Killin' careers that is not my intention so
Imma just blame it on natural selection
You got better chances in other dimensions
You don't have to lie you know that you my son
You do what I say I feel like I'm Simon
You ride all my waves I feel like Poseidon
Your song made my ears fall off like Tyson
You just beg like a hobo I hop out the car they take photos
She bouncin' on me like a pogo FG is the logo
My pockets fat like Mr. Popo she blowin' on me like an oboe
But she smell like radish hole in you like Raditz
Not talkin Judge Judy I stay with a hammer got hoes like I'm Santa
I come to your land and I make it intense I ain't talkin' bout campers
You ain't make a cent all week I get bread while sleep on a beat y'all weak as a baby
I need a check for a feat y'alls feats' all free and I be that king they obeying
I got the drip and I bait 'em with a hook talk shit and I'll get him sleepin' with the fishes
Listen if she flirtin' I'm curvin' cause I got a girl and you know that I stay bout my missus
Credits
Writer(s): Rei Biti, Edward Giovanni Sanchez
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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