Bop

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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
Used to ride the bus to school, woke up in a fast car
Woah, woah, woah
Put a bad bitch on some new shit
Focused all my life, spend that paper like it's loose leaf
Ah, ah, ah, I can't go back to the-
I'm like fuck 'em

We got sticks and drums
If he try us, hope he lucky
Flexing and finessing
I used to have jugg, jugg
Hope he not no dummy
Try us? Wish he would, would
We don't know them guys, want a feature? He gon' pay the price
This chain is water, it turn up like a night light
Tryna hit her daughter, all she listen to is Ice Spice

She from 'cross the border, 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 first
Know some robbers still be robbing
I get paid to rap a verse
Catch 'em reaching for my neck
Now he dead, his mama hurt
If you scared, then go to church, damn

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
Used to ride the bus to school, woke up in a fast car
Woah, woah, woah
Put a bad bitch on some new shit
Focused all my life, spend that paper like it's loose leaf
Ah, ah, ah, I can't go back to the-

I might pop out today
Fuck on that bitch that never let me hit from back in the day
I used to skip class, I was tryna catch every play
And that's what my mama did
Ship me off, I lost my lil' bae
I was always thuggin' hard, went to jail on Mother's Day
On my kids, I'm sorry mama
Think about you every day
I was so stuck in my ways ever since my partna died

Swear my life ain't been the same
Got a pocket full of cash but my heart still full of pain
Having thoughts, might blow my-
I can't talk about it
Used to have a dream my dawg came back, that shit fucked up my body
Count it nice and proper
Make sure you don't tell nobody
She say she a doctor
She ain't never save nobody, they sending me offers

I don't need no help to count it
Lil' nigga
Count up
Count that shit, nigga
I got a hunnid' too
That's a hundred thousand, two hundred thousand

Only making bop shit
I been in my head, smoke this shit 'till I get nauseous
Keep it nice and proper
I think I might like her (damn)