Oh, yeah, I’m sorry
I didn’t mean to say all that
I should’ve opened with a reading of the scripture
From the Book of Popoff
(Hit-boy)
Every time I pop out, it pop off (pop off)
Yktv, got the top off (top off)
Private estate, I’m a mob boss (mob boss)
Every time I pop out, it pop off (pop off)
YKTV
God’s Son, they call me Son, ain’t no sonnin’ me
Ran a hundred M’s, bitch, I’m running things
Paper power pussy that should come in threes
What you think I owe you somethin’ girl for fuckin’ me?
Imagine Lil Uzi on a Preemo beat
Imagine N-A-S on a Migo beat
Hip-hop culture, Henny on coasters
Watching hundred inch screens see who sittin’ with Oprah
Black Phantoms women comin’ in tandems
Bags are Lanvin she prayin’ she don’t get abandoned
Bag big from layin’ these ad-libs
My photo the Jordan logo for this rap shit
Oculus VR, that’s how I see shit
I can’t let you drive the boat if you get seasick
Draped in all red, she thought I was Whoopty
Four AM, still goin’, I’m not even whoozy
Let your friends catch a ride, whip only got two seats
Slip and slide through Miami, she got on a two-piece
I’m on her body, she a homebody
Hope them killers don’t catch no bodies
Every time I pop out, it pop off (pop off)
Yktv, got the top off (top off)
Private estate, I’m a mob boss (mob boss)
Every time I pop out, it pop off (pop off)
You wanted to talk, ain’t no talkin’ it out, huh
Put it in your mouth, fuck you talkin’ about?
Every time they play this song, she like, “This is my shit”
But I really wanna know, do you love me or not?
So say my name and when you say it, baby, call me Artist
Don’t be afraid to ride my wave, ma, it’s a tsunami
And when I wasn’t gettin’ paid, them bitches wasn’t on me
And you can tell I got my weight up, just look at the car key
A bunch of Givenchy, look, I pop off, huh
I copped the Avenny, my top off, huh
They not really A Boogie, they just knockoffs, huh
Big rock in these chains but it’s not yours, huh
Been jackin’ Esco’ bars like he Pablo, huh
Put my tip inside her walls like she was hollow, huh
My niggas innocent behind the walls like they Ralo, huh
And every time they pop off, I pop out
Every time I pop out, it pop off (pop off)
Yktv, got the top off (top off)
Private estate, I’m a mob boss (mob boss)
Every time I pop out, it pop off (pop off)
Hey there, I’m Peter Popoff
And it’s about to pop off
4Hunnid
Hunnid deep in a club I’m a mob boss (yeah)
Big Blood drip, you know it’s hot sauce (ooh)
Family crib, got my side bitch in a high loft
Girls goin’ wild, bitch take your top off (bitch)
Show no love bitch, I’m in love with Saint Laurent (Saint Laurent)
The Louis Vuitton ain’t dropped yet but I got it on (got it on)
I just made yo’ favorite singer come out her thong (come out her thong)
I just ran the money play with Scooter Braun (Scooter Braun)
Drop a car note on yo’ head, act stupid wit’ it
Bitch, bitch, my jewels ain’t rented, the coupes ain’t rented
Bitch play them cards with no limit, stars in the ceilin’
Bitch I want all of the money, I’m harvestin’ millions
I just put my name on the pack, now we trappin’ and dealin’
Niggas, niggas say that they game but I’m actually in it (yeah, yeah)
I’m Tom Brady in the field, I make all the decisions (yeah)
Your video got shot up and I greenlit it (yeah)
Every time I pop out, it pop off (4Hunnid) (pop off)
Yktv, got the top off (top off)
Private estate, I’m a mob boss (mob boss)
Every time I pop out, it pop off (pop off)
YKTV
You know the vibes, QB to Southside
Northside, Far Rock, LeFrak, Brooklyn
Bronx, Harlem, Staten Island we outside
Highbridge to Compton, yeah
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