BOPP

So I called Tyga, right?

Told him I'm getting an itch man

I feel like I wanna show him how to do this shit correctly again

You ready?!

Uh, I need a Rolls Royce with a Glock in it

Park [?] 'cause the chauffer in it

Hold up, yo plug in my phone

Uh, I need a Rolls Royce with a Glock in it

Park [?] 'cause the chauffer in it

Sipping [?] my head spinning

And [?] my bitch, now she reinvented

Why you reading my business? Don't be up in it

And the neighbors can't see me, my windows tinted

I just Zelle'd my jeweler a hundred thousand

I was out in [?], she flew from Cabo

Man these rappers is so good at telling novels

When I say it's [?] I just hit up Drama

This the food for your soul like I'm speaking gospel

And I strangle the beat like I head-locked it

She gon' pull it and twist it and mm bop it

I'm a king, ain't nothing you can do about it

She on speaker, no English, she too exotic

And she never could sing but she get melodic

It's a pussy party and my dick invited

Now she's blowing my phone like a psychotic

Baby lower your tone, you're too excited

I'ma take off the top [?]

And I [?] wrist, got the ice around it

And I'm getting my money, you getting grounded

Don't be disrespecting, put respect up on it

Let's go, ayy

Make a home movie with a bop in it

Big closet you can shop in it

Red Bugatti with a Glock in it

Street sweeper with a mop in it

All hits bitch, don't skip it

She [?] on my dick, no ribbon

In your section you got no women

Let's go, ayy

Make a home movie with a bop in it

Big closet you can shop in it

Red Bugatti with a Glock in it

Street sweeper with a mop in it

All hits bitch, don't skip it

She [?] on my dick, no ribbon

In your section you got no women

Let's go

I'm that nigga hoes always run back

Two two right now in my bed, yeah

If you wanna stay with me say "Yeah yeah"

And they watching my methods like Redman

I just opened a [?] on new land

Niggas shooting their shot with a bad hand

When I'm smacking her ass leave a handprint

(Well Done)

Uh, I need a Rolls Royce with a Glock in it

Park [?] 'cause the chauffer in it

Sipping [?] my head spinning

And [?] my bitch, now she reinvented

Why you reading my business? Don't be up in it

And the neighbors can't see me, my windows tinted

I just Zelle'd my jeweler a hundred thousand

Let's go, ayy

Make a home movie with a bop in it

Big closet you can shop in it

Red Bugatti with a Glock in it

Street sweeper with a mop in it

All hits bitch, don't skip it

She [?] on my dick, no ribbon

In your section you got no women

Yeah, so we out of mixtape retirement

(I need a Rolls Royce with a Glock in it)

I wanna spend some new money

So that means I gotta make some new money

(Why you reading my business? Don't be up in it)

Well Done Fever