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Torrence McNeail
Torrence McNeail
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Oh my god, Truuu you get on my nerves
Wait hold up, what the fuck is this Hyperpop,
But you know Truuu gon' turn this to a hyperbop
Yo bitch goin' fast, yeah, she givin' that hyperslop
B-B-Bad bitch, rockin' some ricks with a biker top
I'm goofy, don't know if I'm high as a kite or not
Can't go off the dome, that lil' **** got writers block
N-N-**** be hatin', don't know they get hype or not
I stay by myself, don't know if I'm alright or not
I'm on that timing a young **** strikin
I'm here to live, not just here for survivin
I've been on shit with the game and we thrivin
That lil' ho drive me crazy with no license
Sorry not sorry yo bitch who im pipin
She want my love but that ho I'm not wifin
They do anything for clout it's so trifling
Take me away I wanna go to skyland
I'm always geeked up, don't need a hype, man
It ain't nobody doin' this like I can
Stand on my money, I'm touchin' the sky, man
Know I'm not sober, I'm high as a kite, man
Them **** stressin' while I'm livin' life, man
No I'm not good for you, go find the right man
I'll up the choppa take you outta sight, man
Can't see the future, but mine lookin' bright, man
Wait, hold up, what the fuck is this Hyperpop?
But you know Truuu gon' turn this to a hyperbop
Yo bitch goin' fast, yeah, she givin' that hyperslop
Bad bitch, rockin' some ricks with a biker top
I'm goofy, don't know if I'm high as a kite or not
He can't go off the dome, that lil' **** got writers block
**** be hatin don't know to get hype or not
I stay by myself don't know if I'm alright or not
Wait, hold up, what the fuck is this Hyperpop?
But you know Truuu gon' turn this to a hyperbop
Yo bitch goin' fast, yeah, she givin' that hyperslop
Bad bitch, rockin' some ricks with a biker top
I'm goofy, don't know if I'm high as a kite or not
He can't go off the dome, that lil' **** got writers block
**** be hatin don't know to get hype or not
I stay by myself don't know if I'm alright or not
Yeah, I run that shit up
Ridin' around yeah On my side of town to get crazy so I could never put my blick up
I fuck up her stomach like she doin' sit-ups
I'm goin' crazy, now I'm doin' big ups
Dark in the room, I had to hold my wrist up
I know she choosin', better keep that bitch tucked
Told that bitch send the addy im tryna get my dick sucked
Latina bitch, lil' shawty got a big butt
Beatin' her back in said she like that shit rough
Fill em' with led we leave that little bitch stuffed
On a Codine a **** pourin' six cups
Say he gon' blick at me that was a big bluff
Air out his chest because he had that shit puffed
Go through withdrawls and now I feel like itch, huh
Family the greatest, I'ma get him rich, huh
Wait, hold up, what the fuck is this Hyperpop?
But you know Truuu gon' turn this to a hyperbop
Yo bitch goin' fast, yeah, she givin' that hyperslop
Bad bitch, rockin' some ricks with a biker top
I'm goofy, don't know if I'm high as a kite or not
He can't go off the dome, that lil' **** got writers block
**** be hatin don't know to get hype or not
I stay by myself don't know if I'm alright or not
Wait, hold up, what the fuck is this Hyperpop?
But you know Truuu gon' turn this to a hyperbop
Yo bitch goin' fast, yeah, she givin' that hyperslop
Bad bitch, rockin' some ricks with a biker top
I'm goofy, don't know if I'm high as a kite or not
He can't go off the dome, that lil' **** got writers block
**** be hatin don't know to get hype or not
I stay by myself don't know if I'm alright or not
Written by: Torrence McNeail
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