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Bop
764
Hip-Hop/Rap
Bop was released on December 9, 2022 by Mad Fatti Inc as a part of the album Selected Collection
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Release DateDecember 9, 2022
LabelMad Fatti Inc
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM58

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Eva Shaw
Eva Shaw
Performer
Kris the $pirit
Kris the $pirit
Performer
DillanPonders
DillanPonders
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Eva Shaw
Eva Shaw
Composer
BUBI
BUBI
Composer
Christian Gordon
Christian Gordon
Composer
Dillan King
Dillan King
Composer
Wouter Janssen
Wouter Janssen
Composer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Bitch, wassup?
Kay', you must be late
Kay', I been this shit
This your bop
This here throw aways
Probably with your bitch
She a thot
Throw that hoe away
Ballin' with my clique
Fuck her out
We don't throw no shade
Pull up with them sticks
Shooting them **** from the neck up
Head shots, only never rest up
Earthworm Jimmy, ain't no bed bugs
We all on that whole weekend that you break up
Hold up, got a hottie in a old rep up
And a part of a litre a whole messed up
Someone worth it will suck my cock
Came in and guessed and sucker and punched
All I see is stunts (Uh)
Why they wanna be like us (Why)
Higher than Elon Musk (Ayo)
Tell you who he gon touch (Huh)
Run up on a **** with a black mask (No mask)
Fuck a bitch face in a wide cap (No cap)
Kiki do you where the rats at? (That's that)
Throw that whole thing in my backpack
Bitch, wassup?
Kay', you must be late
Kay', I been this shit
This your bop
This here throw aways
Probably with your bitch
She a thot
Throw that hoe away
Ballin' with my clique
Fuck her out
We don't throw no shade
Pull up with them sticks
Oh, we young
I don't know a **** like me
Whoa, no ****, I don't need an ID
Throw mo money some black on stage, get them flex on them little silly bitches I ain't free
Oh, yeah
I'm a young chief
I don't got time for the beef (Yeah)
Got a few guys in the west (Yeah)
Few more guys in the east
Few more guys in the east
Y'all know I come for the belly and the bee
Few more cheques comin' in every week
Came for the food, I ain't let them **** eat (Huh?)
They been making all that noise
Boy, these mans better come get your boy
Money in my hands, I been cuttin' up my thumb
Are you dumb? Do you know where i'm from?
Bitch, wassup?
Kay', you must be late
Kay', I been this shit
This your bop
This here throw aways
Probably with your bitch
She a thot
Throw that hoe away
Ballin' with my clique
Fuck her out
We don't throw no shade
Pull up with them sticks
Gettin' them missiles
Hit em' with the missiles
Tell that lil' bitch about my tempo
Fuck her in a seat in the Esso
Don't fuck with me, i'm a starfish
Throw me a bag and i'll barf it
Call on my G and i'm comin'
All this shit be lowkey garbage (Ha)
Bitch, wassup?
Kay', you must be late
Kay', I been this shit
This your bop
This here throw aways
Probably with your bitch
She a thot
Throw that hoe away
Ballin' with my clique
Fuck her out
We don't throw no shade
Pull up with them sticks
Written by: BUBI, Christian Gordon, Dillan King, Eva Shaw, Wouter Janssen
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