Till I Meet Selena

[Intro]
Oh my God, what is this? An L beat?
Hah?!
Mister Guwop!
Wop, wop
What

[Verse]
Popping bottles bitches busting
My niggas ain't for nothing (Nah)
You know we keep them thirties and them fifties, we ain't worried (Rrrrrrrah)
Bout to hop up in yo glory (Nah)
My niggas do you dirty (Straight up)
You know we tote them handguns, the clip post Stephen Curry (doo doo doo)
Bitch I turn up in the party (Turn up)
Got bitches off the molly
Got a foreign baddie and she show like my persona (Wop wop)
I'm the king you better honor, this street shit yeah I conquer (Gang)
I'm a hood nigga but this rap shit make me hunger
Gotta make it so I turn up
Keep burner don't get burned up (Boom boom boom)
I be in my lane flexed up they can't take us (Nah)
Dropped a couple bands on my wrist I gotta glow up ([?])
Pull up in a foreign and get reckless doing doughnuts (Skrrrrrt)

[Interlude]
Mister Montana I pull up in push paronama (skrrt skrrt)
Mister Montana drop thirty up on on my clearance
Mister Montana them bitches be on me they staring (woah woah)
Mister Montana be fucking no cover he sharing
Get the fuck out!

[Verse]
Riding with my niggas I'ma ride till the end
Let's smoke them choppas up foe'nem let's slide in them vans (Boom boom boom)
We keep them swishers rolled, I be flying through Japan
And my eyes be super low like I was born in Japan
Bitch we Die L's 'cause my niggas so used to winning (Die L's, Die L's!)
I want head no tails cause that bitch she bopping she useless (Ehh ehh, woah)
My wrist done froze my pockets is fat as a tumor
I be rocking this Gucci, Robins [on robins?] and Louis
Tell 'em foe be the gang my niggas they reckless; insane (dubs)
They pull up in Range the robin Buggati blue flame (skrrt skrrt skrrt skrrt)
I be in my lane don't talk to me shawty you lame (don't talk to me)
Lil folks in the cut, you know he got thirty with beam (boom boom boom boom)
Niggas act like bitches they should dress up in a skirt
My niggas in that field you can get your ass murked (JoJo gang!)
C baby got a hundred he'll leave ya ass on a shirt (C baby, C baby)
My niggas with the shits you know we all put in work (Squad)
Counting so much money that my fingers hurt (Squad, squad)
Heard 2 cup shorties fill it up with syrup (ayyy)
And I got them bands I make yo bitch twerk (Wop, wop)
Montana got that chopper clap no concert (Oh my God, what is this? An L beat?)
Grrrrrrrrrah
Grrah