Y2K and bbno$ release their first song since their hit “Lalala.” Y2K again produces an acoustic-trap beat with a similar Western feel to previous collaborations such as “money conversation.”
“slop” is a boastful bbno$ song, with a recurring theme of bbno$’s achievements.
[Chorus]
I fight like anaconda, why you tryna buck up?
My money got way longer, do you need a close-up?
I'll place another comma, yeah, I always round up
My dick game cause a trauma, yeah, she want the hook-up
[Post-Chorus]
I’m quite a G, so I made her nut
There's one, two, three, girlies tryna suck
You is a flea, nothing but a schmuck
Got a degree and I'm just warmin’ up
[Verse 1]
Yeah, 3-7-5, hot boy, you should keep your space
Coochie let me dive, way too big, wait, there ain't no space
Baby doin' five, sprintin' for the money, check my pace
Mommies on my line, let me tell her, "I just want the face"
Y equals MX plus B minus E, I want slop (Slop)
M-Make a couple hits, chop-chop
Finally, crush my crush, I ain't talkin' 'bout pop, yeah
Ballet on my clothes, and I didn't have to shop
[Refrain]
I might find myself through contemplation, ha
I might find my downfall from frustration, ha
[Chorus]
I fight like anaconda, why you tryna buck up?
My money got way longer, do you need a close-up?
I’ll place another comma, yeah, I always round up
My dick game cause a trauma, yeah, she want the hook-up
[Verse 2]
But I’m cold and I'm hot, and that’s probably why she topped
I was told that I pop and these labels gettin' blocked
Your shit old, I'm on top, and I'm sorry that you flopped
Take a photo like a thot, and your shorty gettin’ cropped
Thick chick, feel slick, want my energy, huh
Short dick, bust quick, mockumentary, huh
Lipstick, picnic, honeys out on me, huh
Big stick, Nerf clip, I'ma let it scream
[Refrain]
I might find myself through contemplation, ha
I might find my downfall from frustration, ha
I might find myself through contemplation, ha
I might find my downfall from frustration, ha
[Chorus]
I fight like anaconda, why you tryna buck up?
My money got way longer, do you need a close-up? (Ha)
I'll place another comma, yeah, I always round up
My dick game cause a trauma, yeah, she want the hook-up (Ha)
[Post-Chorus]
I'm quite a G, so I made her nut
There's one, two, three, girlies tryna suck
You is a flea, nothin' but a schmuck
Got a degree and I'm just warmin' up
[Outro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ye-e-e—
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yea-yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah