Lyrics

Hook:
I pop beats , (not pills), got bookie money (for real)

Got her cum’n fast as (a jet), Blac Tom Brady , balling in my city , like (Gillette)

I talk greasy on a wet (flow), better hope I don’t act (Bessemer) and fuck your (Hoe)



niggas on them jail calls talking like fox five news then post up on the block like they 8’2

to the big fishes in small ponds, sharks get ate too this Alabama breakthrough

brought homies with me that treat chopsticks like bats and swing them like Babe Ruth

pray to every God, but ain’t one can save you

got their attention when heard I cop from your favorite jeweler

Thug Señorita’s and Mamacita’s call me, Papi Chula

get pissed off, so I’m too hot for you to cool me, (hit da Yo) shoot scenes from the booth like I’m filming movies

so many wolves, turn sheep, they starting to lose me

mustard ass niggas really sweet as ketchup with yo kind and before I touch the Charts, I wasn’t standing in no lines

niggas talking like nosy, neighbors, repeating what they saw when peeking through blinds


was on lock getting nothing, ole my how time flies, got the blow for the low, but the gas high

treated me like a blind spot, but like peripheral I’m always in sight, style never free, this just flow I ain’t write

they say I’m Throwed off and ain’t wrapped tight but every time I spit at the mic, my rap tight



Hook:
I pop beats , (not pills), got bookie money (for real)

Got her cum’n fast as (a jet), Blac Tom Brady , balling in my city , like (Gillette)

I talk greasy on a wet (flow) , better hope I don’t act Bessemer and fuck your (hoe)



I attract bitches never act bitchy chick magnet, y’all bitch sticking , too me like (velcro) , when I send em they (go)

catching bumps, or (shaking tables), flipping packs or (selling cable) ,

(absolutely), she’s bottom of my (stable),
to get to me , you gotta cross her, like a (tightrope cable )

I’ll be waiting too fade’cha like dye when it’s (rinsed), gotta pedigree that make bitches fallout from me like (Prince)

who popin shit (uncut like this) no punch lines or riddles (bitch)

I’m from the magic city don’t make me make y’all (disappear)

on my Bessemer (shit), got bitches hanging from my (dic) like a (chandelier)


Hook:
I pop beats , (not pills), got bookie money (for real)

Got her cum’n fast as (a jet), Blac Tom Brady , balling in my city , like (Gillette)

I talk greasy on a wet (flow), better hope I don’t act (Bessemer) and fuck your (Hoe)