Hey Pops Lyrics
Yeah
(Ayy, 1Saused, run in up, boy)
Yeah, yeah
(D-Roc, D-Roc)
Yeah, yeah
Give me a lighter
Yeah, yeah
Hey pop, are you proud of me? Well, I don’t care
‘Cause now, I got a mansion and I got them racks, yeah (And I got them racks, yeah)
And I got a bad bitch, and I got that bag bitch
They short, red, with long hair (Short, red, with long hair)
Two Gs, see me passin’ out opportunities (Damn, so cool)
I can’t believe they tried to ruin me
Hide in a penthouse, they can’t see me (See me)
That shit gon’ change a person, no, I don’t do no leaning (No leaning)
Jacket cuero, cost like two-Gs
Too much drip for all these n***** (Got too much drip for all these n*****)
I’m too sauced up on these women
And I don’t talk much, ’cause this shit serious
I’m focused on winning, I don’t no bendin’
Bags of packs, man, this shit get weary
Black my chain and I black my earring
I got a stylist, stylin’ me in all this shit, be wearin McQueens
Yeah, this jacket twelve ’cause it be Chi-Chi’s (Yeah)
I done dated my soul, they gon’ give it up
Everybody clap for Raf Simons, yeah (For Raf Simons)
Gotta thank him that I got this mask on me (On me), flyest opp
I’m the flyest opp, so I match my outfit with this Glock
Soon as I bring my clothes out, these n***** be swag-jackin’ my style
Ain’t gon’ turn these hoes now ’cause I got them on swag-pack right now
You took my Louis, bitch, I need my bag back right now (Yeah)
I been feedin’ her too good, I got that ass fat right now
It’s at thirty-thousand, bitch, I keep the cut long and I keep fye
She kick up and keep talkin’, wouldn’t be nowhere near wrong, I kick the bitch out
My life been arousing, gotta keep some hitters ’round for to knock ’em off
Hey pops, are you proud of me? (Are you proud of me) Well, I don’t care
‘Cause now, I got a mansion and I got them racks, yeah (And I got them racks, yeah)
And I got a bad bitch, and I got that bag bitch
They short, red, with long hair (Short, red, with long hair)
I got some kids too