RIP POPE

[Intro]
(We in this—)
I just went pink with the pink cart, ha (We in this—)
I got, uh, whole lotta checks, ride around, feel like I'm him (We in this—, wi-with, gotta go in)
I'm in this bitch with Baby Slime, on God (Gotta go in, gotta go in, Patrick, what?)

[Chorus]
I'm in this bitch with Baby Slime (Let's go), he might slime your ass (What?)
I got big blicks, yeah, shawty gon' slime your ass, hold up (Slatt)
I just might slime your ass, hold up, I just might slime your ass, hold up
I just might slime your ass, hold up, I just might slime your ass (Pussy-ass nigga)

[Verse 1]
I send a flight to Japan (Let's go)
I just rocked out a show, then I got me some yen (And what?)
I just fucked on your ho, then went and fucked on her friend (What?)
I was a bad-ass kid, I tried to smoke out the can (No cap, slatt)

[Refrain]
I take drugs to cope, yeah, R.I.P. Pope (Slatt)
I've been sippin' drank (Drank), yeah, pour me a four (Eugh)
I take drugs to cope, huh (What?), yeah, R.I.P. Pope (Let's go)
I take drugs to cope, hm (Slatt), yeah, R.I.P. Pope (What?)

[Verse 2]
Freebandz just like Pluto
Pop beans just like Puerco (Freebandz, Freebandz)
I'm finna be at Summer Smash, Chicago just like D. Rose (No cap)
I'm in L.A. right now, call my plug, yeah, that my migo
I'm in L.A. right now, I call my plug, yeah, that my migo (What?)

[Chorus]
I'm in this bitch with Baby Slime (Let's go), he might slime your ass (Slatt)
I got big blicks, yeah, shawty gon' slime your ass, hold up (Slatt)
I just might slime your ass, hold up, I just might slime your ass, hold up
I just might slime your ass, hold up, I just might slime your ass (What? Pussy-ass nigga, fuck boy)

[Verse 3]
I've been poppin' shit, I'm talkin' overly (Okay)
Had to kick the cup, I'm talkin' 'bout, "Fuck codeine" (Okay)
I call all my brothers, they just follow my lead (Okay)
I'm so YSL, bitch, I'm so slimey (Yeah)
Shit, I gotta tint my ride (Yeah), I gotta tint my ride
Five percent on my motherfuckin' ride (Say what?)
Say she work out, I'm like, "Shawty, I like your bod'"
Say she work out, I'm like, "Shawty, I like your bod'" (Okay, slatt)

[Refrain]
I take drugs to cope, yeah, R.I.P. Pope (What? What? Slatt)
I've been sippin' drank (Drank), yeah, pour me a four (Eugh)
I take drugs to cope, huh (What?), yeah, R.I.P. Pope (Let's go)
I take drugs to cope, hm (Slatt), yeah, R.I.P. Pope (What?)