Copped It Anyway

[Chorus]
Look, slam dunking niggas like I'm in the NBA (Yeah)
I'm about my chips, I stack my chips like Frito-Lay (Fuck)
Nigga these is Forces, nigga these is not no J's (Fuck)
Probably won't even wear it, I still copped it anyway (Yeah)

[Verse 1]
I got all this drip, all this drip what can I say? (Fuck)
Boy please don't play, you gon' make me keep it straight
Boy you flyin' Spirit just to cap up in LA
Fuck a Ferragamo, nigga I'm a heavyweight, uh
It was really late, hundred down the interstate (Fuck)
Used to break it down and bag it by UTSA, ayy
Lil' bitch I would hit, bagged that shit once it got weight (Yeah)
Even if it was quiet, every month we relocate (Yeah)
All the way around, twin stay posted at the store (Nah)
Bitch see my wrist, no I ain't your average Joe (Yeah)
She let my nigga hit, but we could play like I don't know
First thing she talkin' 'bout is that she ain't like other hoes, uh
Stack 'em like Sinead, bitch my chain on goodness greez, jeez (Fuck)
Bought a 2018 Audi, crashed it in a week (Week)
Thousand dollar belt, but these just hundred dollar sneaks
Just cop another pair if they get dirty or a crease, fuck

[Chorus]
Look, slam dunking niggas like I'm in the NBA (Yeah)
I'm about my chips, I stack my chips like Frito-Lay (Fuck)
Nigga these is Forces, nigga these is not no J's (Fuck)
Probably won't even wear it, I still copped it anyway (Yeah)

[Verse 2]
I said bitch, where your cash at? Bitch where your bags at? (Fuck)
We don't got no smoke, you type of nigga that we laugh at (What?)
I'ma cop that drip from Rodeo back to Fairfax (shit)
Scatpack wasn't fast enough, I went and copped the Hellcat
Ride really steady, drip I hit Rodelly
Ready if you ready (Yeah), bitch I'm rollin' heavy (Fuck)
Inside of it peanut butter, outside of it jelly
I don’t chase a bag, that bag chase me like Tom and Jerry (Yeah)
If I'm on the way, don't know how long I'ma take (Fuck)
Watch cost 30K, but I still show up real late
That cap that you doin' on the net is not okay (No)
How you gettin' a bag with all them feelings in the way? (Fuck)
Can't see behind the tint, through the tint my shit hit, yeah (Fuck)
Diamonds dance like this, bitch my wrist is on piss (Shit)
Trying to get rich, ain't no time for the bullshit, yeah (Fuck)
If I pass, don't miss, it's lil' BLAKE with the assist (Yeah)

[Chorus]
Look, slam dunking niggas like I'm in the NBA (Yeah)
I'm about my chips, I stack my chips like Frito-Lay (Fuck)
Nigga these is Forces, nigga these is not no J's (Fuck)
Probably won't even wear it, I still copped it anyway (Yeah)