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[Intro]
(Energy made this one)
Ha, run it back up, bitch, it's the Bop
Ha
ASM the gang, ha

[Chorus]
I ain't never met no bitch that I needed, ha
I'm balling, Four Seasons, ha
Anything I make up in this booth beat the speakers up
Any opp I see, you know I shoot from the sneakers up
Fuck the whip, we bouncing out right here, then we sneakin' up

[Verse]
She says, "It's Bop on that bitch, turn the speakers up"
Bad bitch and she got a nigga, she my sneaky fuck
She my lil' famous sneaky link, she my TV fuck
I already know it's rolling with us, I don't speak too much
Alright, slow this bitch down, switch the beat fast
Ha, one thing I get mad's when a bitch gag
I ain't in the booth too long, I kill the beat fast
Fine bitch walking through the show, like, where you be at?
You better take picture of your hair before I beat ass
Any song you hear me hop on, bitch, it's all gas
I got a new check coming in, cuh, fuck my last
He was actin' hard 'til I slapped him, told him, "Oh, my bad"
I like my nina, but my forty the one to go blast
Ha, let me grab ass
She said that pussy hella fire, that shit is trash bag
I'ma stay gassin' all my opps until my time pass
And bitch, stay out my pocket, talking 'bout that's my last
I run up the streams every month, I'ma always have chip
Ain't no way I can hide it, I put it on Crip
Fifteen stock on this bitch, but you know I got a stick
Let 'em drive by on that shit, fifty shots in his whip
Ha, lil' boy got ball, he tryna to pull up
Fuck it, let's get this bitch rolling, let's just turn it up
I got that nigga jumpin' around like he doing Double Dutch
Oh, that little nigga dead, now let's roll him up
Chain out on my neck 'cause I got blower tucked
I'm tryna catch a nigga out so I can wet him up
Once it's up, no coming down, bitch, forever stuck
I'll know he have it on him and still test my luck
I don't give a fuck, he a bitch, ain't gon' let cuh bust
I told lil' cuh a dirt gang, that lil' nigga stuck
He tried to turn around and walk, bullets eat his ass up
Ha, it was chalk on the floor where his body got touched
Ha, it was critical
They couldn't stitch his ass up, he was feeling miserable
We got hella chops over here, shoot from 10 to 2
Look up, see the boys, do the dash, that's typical
I don't believe threats, stop saying what you finna do
Ha, bitch start to pop it, tell her, "Watch it," like Mystikal
I don't do it up over no bitch, I'm Mr. Cool
I was broke, now I'm rich, it's a miracle
I know I got it, bet 300 on ten to four
You can fuck around and find out how far I'll really go
I could never kiss you, bitch, you be giving throat
Ayy, you thought you gon' be my bitch? Like, really though

[Chorus]
I ain't never met no bitch that I needed, ha
I'm balling, Four Seasons, ha
Anything I make up in this booth beat the speakers up
Any opp I see, you know I shoot from the sneakers up
Fuck the whip, we bouncing out right here, then we sneakin' up