This shit is a knocker, a bopper, a knocker, like choppers The boppers, they love me, they show up, give topper The Benjis, the Benzos, the reason I gotta Then cha-cha, we slid, the reason we got ya The oppers, the coppers get no love, get nada The block'll get hotter and hotter and hotter It's in me, so they envy, try reachin' for the watch-a The Glock'll go "blakka", go "blakka", and "blakka"
I do this, it's nada, I hit your baby mama Suckin' them titties like a baby, give me baba I'm fuckin' on a Iggy, was fuckin' on a Lala My new bitch give me throat, I call her Lady Gaga My roster don't let me get messy, like pasta The movies, I made 'em with bitches, need Oscars The Gucci, the Louis, the Fendi, the Prada The Saint, the runners and Balenciagas The money buy plenty, the pennies, the dollars The nickels, the dimes came straight from the bottoms The bottom, the bottom, but the top is where they spot 'em And when you on the top, all the boppers let you dot 'em Her daddy went home, now lil' daddy got her Slut her out proper like NLE Choppa Got shotters on shotters on shotters on shotters Wipe a nigga nose like, "Nigga, clean that snot up"
This shit is a knocker, a bopper, a knocker, like choppers The boppers, they love me, they show up, give topper The Benjis, the Benzos, the reason I gotta Then cha-cha, we slid, the reason we got ya The oppers, the coppers get no love, get nada The block'll get hotter and hotter and hotter It's in me, so they envy, try reachin' for the watch-a The Glock'll go "blakka", go "blakka", and "blakka"
See, no singin', it's an opera, bank on Big Poppa I don't trust a soul, once you sleep, I gotta watch you Ayy, when you tie me, do it sloppy when I'm tied up If you a loyal bitch, I get you gifts, yeah, I got you She tryna hit a nae nae, I'm tryna hear the ah-ah These hoes thirsty for a nigga, they need wawa Good pussy, when you inside, it feel like lava Good morning, woke up to a check, I feel like "haha" Gettin' cheese enchiladas, the Glock came with lobsters Chill, 'fore you niggas shellfish and hit your block up Boy, get your stock up, 'kay, get your knot up I heard bitch around the name that's how you know it ain't about us Left her wet, mop up, let them legs lock up In a rich nigga mansion where that good head got you 4Hunnid 'til they stop us, but who gon' stop us? Stop us, stop us, who, us? Not us
This shit is a knocker, a bopper, a knocker, like choppers The boppers, they love me, they show up, give topper The Benjis, the Benzos, the reason I gotta Then cha-cha, we slid, the reason we got ya The oppers, the coppers get no love, get nada The block'll get hotter and hotter and hotter It's in me, so they envy, try reachin' for the watch-a The Glock'll go "blakka", go "blakka", and "blakka"
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Compositores: Danilo Kozlov, Juan Antonio Maestri (SADAIC), Justiniano Osvaldo Orquera (SADAIC), Keenon Daquan Ray Jackson (SESAC), Lary James Sanders Ii, Lashawn Marshall (Dj Vision) (BMI), Ruben Horacio Lotes (Lowis) (SADAIC)Editores: Three Hundred Sixty Music (SESAC), Rap Money (SESAC)ECAD verificado obra #45522646 em 30/Set/2024 com dados da UBEM