BOP
You know, it's crazy that you keep talking shit about me and
You keep trying to pass your bullshit onto me
Like bitch, keep my name out of your mouth
I'm good, I'm happy
I got my money, I got my man
I got a cat and what have you got?
No one, nothing
No friends, no money, no shoes
You smell like shit
It's the return of Mr. No Rubbers
Going in raw when hit a cold stunner
Smacking down broads, make it sound like thunder
Got that naan with the extra butter
Haters, take a listen, time to get mad
Praying for the fall never gets bags
Putting off work just to keep tabs
Pulling on a dick just to get daps
Ex girl said she don't mess with plumbers
Then I gave her pipe now she drinks tap
Deep clean job could've been a pap
Said she wants to streak but I erased Snap
Said it's all love but I know it's cap
Fronting for a cause, can't assist that
Optic the opp, best believe that
Go rack for rack, let's receipt that
Shout to the homies, we're international
Money is good, why you think I'm acting up?
UK Biddie talking like I'm rational
She said when we make it to the crib, you better cuff me up
Walked into the room then I hit my dance
Bodybuilder's jealous when I hit my flex
Let that hater talk, just level in advance
Call it music to the ears now we muffle it with bands
It's a bop
It's a bop
It's a bop
It's a bop
I know you're fake
We can't relate
But that's okay
Cause you're a thot
You're a thot
You're a thot
You're a thot
Pass the aux
And your bitch
I got an itch
That she can fix
With some top
Calling big shots, We flip opps in Flip Flops
My whip parked, Shorty wet from slip slop
That drip drop, my shit's talked, the hits drop
We boat hop From roof tops
And drink scotch
We got the vision like
My man Scott
The shit's hot
It's a bop
It's a bop
It's a bop
It's a bop
I know you're fake
We can't relate
But that's okay
Cause you're a thot
You're a thot
You're a thot
You're a thot
Pass the aux
And your bitch
I got an itch
That she can fix
With some top
And quite frankly I don't even want to be around you
So I don't even know why you are messaging me right now
You're fucked and you know what?
You're probably gonna stay that way until you die
Figure yourself out or figure something out
Because I don't have time for this and you definitely do
You keep trying to pass your bullshit onto me
Like bitch, keep my name out of your mouth
I'm good, I'm happy
I got my money, I got my man
I got a cat and what have you got?
No one, nothing
No friends, no money, no shoes
You smell like shit
It's the return of Mr. No Rubbers
Going in raw when hit a cold stunner
Smacking down broads, make it sound like thunder
Got that naan with the extra butter
Haters, take a listen, time to get mad
Praying for the fall never gets bags
Putting off work just to keep tabs
Pulling on a dick just to get daps
Ex girl said she don't mess with plumbers
Then I gave her pipe now she drinks tap
Deep clean job could've been a pap
Said she wants to streak but I erased Snap
Said it's all love but I know it's cap
Fronting for a cause, can't assist that
Optic the opp, best believe that
Go rack for rack, let's receipt that
Shout to the homies, we're international
Money is good, why you think I'm acting up?
UK Biddie talking like I'm rational
She said when we make it to the crib, you better cuff me up
Walked into the room then I hit my dance
Bodybuilder's jealous when I hit my flex
Let that hater talk, just level in advance
Call it music to the ears now we muffle it with bands
It's a bop
It's a bop
It's a bop
It's a bop
I know you're fake
We can't relate
But that's okay
Cause you're a thot
You're a thot
You're a thot
You're a thot
Pass the aux
And your bitch
I got an itch
That she can fix
With some top
Calling big shots, We flip opps in Flip Flops
My whip parked, Shorty wet from slip slop
That drip drop, my shit's talked, the hits drop
We boat hop From roof tops
And drink scotch
We got the vision like
My man Scott
The shit's hot
It's a bop
It's a bop
It's a bop
It's a bop
I know you're fake
We can't relate
But that's okay
Cause you're a thot
You're a thot
You're a thot
You're a thot
Pass the aux
And your bitch
I got an itch
That she can fix
With some top
And quite frankly I don't even want to be around you
So I don't even know why you are messaging me right now
You're fucked and you know what?
You're probably gonna stay that way until you die
Figure yourself out or figure something out
Because I don't have time for this and you definitely do
Credits
Writer(s): Owen Montoya-lazo, Haichuko Shogun, Taylor Ke
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