Popeye

Yea, Aye, Aye, Yea

My **** iRocc be going stupid in this mothefucker

Aye

I got this beat here from iRocc

You ain’t my bitch you can’t touch none of my guap

My **** got it don’t worry bout my

Glock

I got a good eye don’t worry bout my

Clock

Switched up My socks with these shorts and these high tops

Spent 6 on my Raf Simmons now she on my

Cock

Spit on it Cents$ay gone eat it like rice pot

Wheeeewww

Cool it off why not

Ain’t used to like pot

Now I stay geeked like I’m going to SpyCon

Prices were low but that shit in the sky now

I’m making plays like Cents$ay in the skybox

I keep it cool like too soon on a pot pie

That chick a bird like she came out a Popeyes

Addicted to spinach I feel like I’m Popeye

I got more jewels than a rabbi

Hit her Ali got me feeling like Baba

My bitch ain’t Spanish she calling me papa

He re-rocked the package but that ain’t no zaza

I’m getting bigger I feel like I’m Dada

Get rid of a bag like it’s magic, tada

Act like they solid the pigs come they la la

Crazy how **** switch up for a dollar

Cents$ay the G.O.A.T. but he spit like a llama

I used to split student refunds with my mama

Used to get tickets and ask for the service

My **** got jammed up with warrants they searched em

Served him, I was still swerving, voila

Which one you working it be ya own partners

He bad at math tryna count up my guala

She seen this cash now she sucking and swallow

Sword through her neck I’m a young sleepy hollow

Stand on my money Cents$ay getting taller

And we get em off when we get em in

If we spin the block once ain’t gone spin again

Already hit that hoe twice Ima get her friend

If I’m playing you know that I’m going in

I’ll keep on going she hoeing ain’t know that I’m rolling and still I be locked in and focusing

First time I ever heard Wheezy was bumping slime season dos knew he would blow off She Notice Me

I got this beat here from iRocc

You ain’t my bitch you can’t touch none of my guap

My **** got it don’t worry bout my

Glock

I got a good eye don’t worry bout my

Clock

Switched up My socks with these shorts and these high tops

Spent 6 on my Raf Simmons now she on my cock

Spit on it Cents$ay gone eat it like rice pot

Wheeeewww

Cool it off why not

Ain’t used to like pot

Now I stay geeked like I’m going to SpyCon

Prices were low but that shit in the sky now

I’m making plays like Cents$ay in the skybox

I keep it cool like too soon on a pot pie

That chick a bird like she came out a Popeyes

Addicted to spinach I feel like I’m Popeye

I got more jewels than a rabbi

Hit her Ali got me feeling like Baba