It don't matter where I'm at, I ain't f*ckin' with no bops
I don't care about no ass, I can never wife a thot
You keep thinkin' with your dick, you gon' end up in a bag
You gone end up in a box
Tell my brother, hold my pole, that shit gettin' hot
They say, Yolo, you a bitch, who the f*ck you dropp?
They say, who the f*ck this kid, need to get a normal job
But, I had opps ever since I f*cked that one bitch
I had opps ever since I hit that one lick
I don't never cap in' songs, dis some real shit
Let me tell you bout it
Up north with some grown kids
Hittin' licks, but that was back then
How the f*ck you robbin' people, you's a grown man
They say, Yolo, act hood, and he really from the burbs
But, you know, that's a cap
Up north, down the road from where I'm at
I've been paranoid, yeah, my fit is all black
I just talked to OG about 30 in da pen
That's time that he ain't gettin' back
Speak of time, this shit movin' way too f*ckin' fast
I was 13 with a dream
Told myself, I'ma go and get this bag
And I got it on my own
I ain't never asked for help from another man
I heard Brodie got a pole, lil bro
Might finesse it out his hands
And he don't got no opps, cuz
Hold up
He don't got no opps, cuz they all dead
Ride around the city only hit heads
Boy, you not a opp just a big fan
Boy, you not a opp just a big fan
And I heard your bitch a bop, she got a big head
I remember me and Nas used to sip read Chillin' in the brib with some big bands
Aight
And this thot really think I'm boutta f*ck but she ain't gettin no chance
And I gotta couple people on my gram claiming that we opps
But I already know your just a
Ian gone say it doe