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mook tbg - bop lyrics

[intro]
uh, uh, uh+uh+uh (yeah+yeah)
uh, uh, uh+uh+uh (yeah+yeah)
uh+uh, oh, yeah (yeah+yeah)
uh (hey)
uh, uh (yeah+yeah)

[chorus]
uh, only making bop sh+t (yeah)
i been in my head, smoke this sh+t ’til i get nauseous (nauseous)
money cut my fingers up, i keep it nice and proper
lil’ b+tch on some thot sh+t (yeah), i think i might like her (like her)
use to ride to bus to school, woke up in fast car (skrrt+skrrt, skrrt+skrrt)
woah, woah, woah, put a bad b+tch on some new sh+t
focused all my life, spend that paper like it’s loose leaf (loose leaf)
uh, uh, uh, can’t go back to the— (uh, uh)

[verse]
i’m like, “f+ck ‘еm”
we got sticks and drums, if he try us, hope hе lucky (bah, bah)
flexing and finessing, i used to have jugg, jugg
i hope he not no dummy
try us, wish he would would
we don’t know them guys, wanna feature, he gon’ pay the price
this chain is water, it turn up like night light
tryna hit her daughter, all she listen to is ice spice
she from ‘cross the boarder, bring a load if the price right
out to the street lights, we living a street life
money come and go, they like, “you can’t take it with you” (mm+hmm)
spend that sh+t like it’s the first, know some robbers still be robbing (robbing)
i get paid to rap verse
catch him reachin’ for my neck, now he dead, his momma hurt (i know)
if you scared, then go to church, d+mn (h+llo)
[chorus]
uh, uh, uh, only making bop sh+t (yeah)
i been in my head, smoke this sh+t ’til i get nauseous (nauseous)
money cut my fingers up, i keep it nice and proper (proper)
lil’ b+tch on some thot sh+t (count up), i think i might like her (like her, yeah+yeah)
use to ride to bus to school, woke up in fast car (yeah+yeah)
woah, woah, woah, yeah, bad b+tch on some new sh+t (oh+woah)
focused all my life (yeah), spend that paper like it’s loose leaf (uh+uh)
uh, uh, uh, can’t go back to the— (uh+uh)

[verse 2]
i might pop out today, f+ck on that b+tch never let me hit from back in the day
i use to skip class, i was tryna catch every play
and that’s what my momma did
shoot me off, i lost my lil’ bae
i was always thuggin’ hard
went to jail on mothers day, on my kids, i’m sorry, momma
think about you every day
i was so stuck in my ways
ever since my partner died, swear my life ain’t been the same
got a pocket full of cash, but my heart still full of pain
havin’ thoughts, might blow my—
i can’t talk about it
use to have a dream my dawg came back back, that sh+t f+cked up my body
count it nice and proper
make sure you don’t tell n0body
she say she a doctor (doctor)
she ain’t never saved n0body (yeah)
they sending me offers
[outro]
i don’t need no help, okay? (count up)
uh, uh, uh+uh+uh (yeah+yeah, lil’ n+gga)
uh, uh, uh+uh+uh (count up, count that sh+t, n+gga)
lil’ n+gga (yeah+yeah)
got a hundred+two (yeah), it’s a hundred thousand, it’s two+hundred thousand
uh, uh, uh+uh+uh (yeah+yeah)
uh, only making bop sh+t (bop sh+t)
i been in my head (yeah, uh), smoke this sh+t ’til i get nauseous (nauseous)
uh, keep it nice and proper (proper)
yeah, uh, uh, i think i might like her (d+mn)

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