Daps & Pounds

Yea
Yea
Yea
Yep
Yea man
Yea man
Yea man
Yea man
Yea man
Yea man
Weston
Yea
Yea

Check the parameters
I'm cleaning house like they hired a janitor
Huh
Y'all just some amateurs
Bitch I'm the ceo bitch I'm the manager
Stop that
I'm in the salon, the way that I nail it look like a manicure
And she a goddess bet I am a fan of her
I made a promise that I would come back with a brick, brick
House in the hills
Fuck em all heard they was doubting foreal
They pop a pill but they got no appeal
I don't do pop but I'm popular still
I got the chops I do not need to copy ya
Y'all acting fishy it smell like tilapia
I rock my wranglers, the tee made from nautica
I got a bitch who say wes call me,
claudia chill

Baby, road house
I'mma kick shit like swayze
Showed out, and I brought the wave like the navy
Woah now, I been in my locker like davy
Jones, and just maybe
I could be john how I do it on the daly
Imma push p til the day I push daisies
And if I don't make it give em my

Hugs and kisses
Daps and pounds
Bitch I got the raps if you ask around
I was in the corps in a magtf
With a back pack when found that I had the sound
Hugs and kisses
Daps and pounds
Looking at the past are you happy now
If I gotta answer that, then I'm happy now
Motherfucker looking at me, who's laughing now
Said who's laughing
Now

Just give me top 5 on the list though
I'm tryin to get the dollars by the fistful
That type of thinking's gotta be wishful
Ugh, now the visions clear as a crystal
I get in the spot and get it popping like a pistol

Aye, poppity
Trust me y'all boys isn't stopping me
Oh Michael
Poppity
I'm turning props into property
Oh Michael
And honestly
They put the hip in hypocrisy
I'm on your head like a f lobotomy
Not what I want put it's just what it's gotta be
Weston
Slutz



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Writer(s): Michael Slutz
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