Pop&Lockin

Like where you been, I'm rocking shit
I'm rocking shit
I'm rocking demons on my feet these not rick when I'm walking
I got like different type of beats, got bitches pop and locking
Real something like a green thumb, when I shop I be dropping
Yeah sometimes I'm gonna be dumb cuz my life felt like stopping
I'm boutta fucking show, why I could never shop it
I cook a song and then I drop it, your girl play me bop it
I throw shit on and then I cop it, fuck the hot topic
I drop a song and then I top it, no I'm not stopping
I'm the main one I'm not the side kick no I'm not Robin
They got us rapping bout licks that we are not robbing
Bro a bot I put some shit on, his head not bopping

Bro we pack up the car with the whole prize
Bro I pack a punch this knife are you surprised
Bro I get a hating boy take out his eyes
I'm like stop the hating, bro I'm with my guys
He talk down on the whole prize wouldn't be wise