Hey Pops

Yeah

(Ayy, 1Saused, run in up, boy)

Yeah, yeah

(D-Roc, D-Roc)

Yeah, yeah

Give me that lighter

Yeah, yeah

Hey pop, are you proud of me? Well, I don't care

'Cause now, I got a mansion and I got them racks, yeah (and I got them racks, yeah)

And I got a bad bitch, and I got that bag bitch

That shorty red with long hair (shorty red, with long hair)

Too G, see me passin' out opportunities (damn, so cool)

I can't believe they tried to ruin me

Hide in a penthouse, they can't see me (see me)

Now she want to change out purses, no, I don't do no leaning (no leaning)

Jacket cuero, cost like two-Gs

Too much drip for all these **** (got too much drip for all these ****)

I'm too sauced up on these women

And I don't talk much, 'cause this shit serious

I'm focused on winning, I don't no bendin'

Bags of packs, when this shit get weary

Black my chain and I black my earring

I got a stylist, stylin' me in all this shit, Dior and McQueens

Yeah, this jacket tough, Givenchy jeans (yeah)

I done dated my soul, they gon' give it up

Everybody clap for Raf Simons, yeah (for Raf Simons)

Gotta thank him that I got this mask on me (on me), flyest opp

I'm the flyest opp, so I match my outfit with this Glock

Soon as I bring my clothes out, these **** be swag-jackin' my style

Ain't gon' turn these hoes down 'cause I got them on swag-pack right now

You took my Louis, bitch, I need my bag back right now (yeah)

I been feedin' her too good, I got that ass fat right now

Inside 30-thousand, bitch, I keep the cutter long and I keep fye

She geek up and keep talkin', wouldn't be nowhere near wrong, I kick the bitch out

My life been arousing, gotta keep some hitters 'round for to knock 'em off

Hey pops, are you proud of me? (Are you proud of me) well, I don't care

'Cause now, I got a mansion and I got them racks, yeah (and I got them racks, yeah)

And I got a bad bitch, and I got that bag bitch

That shorty red with long hair (shorty red, with long hair)

I got some kids too