NBA Youngboy - Hey pops | Lyrics

Aye 1Saused, run in up, boy
D-Roc, D-Roc
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah
Give me a lighter
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah

Hey pops, 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 a bad bitch, and I got that bad bitch
That's servin' the long kind

Two Gs, see me passin' up the opportunities (So cool)
I can't believe they tried to ruin me
Hide in a penthouse, they can't see me
That shit gon' change a person soul, do no leanin'
Jacket [?] cost like 2 G's
Too much drip for all thеse niggas
I'm too sauced up on thesе women
A long time, 'cause this shit get serious
I'm focused on winning, I don't no business
Bags on packs, 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 12 coz it [?]
I done did my soul, they gon' give it up
Everybody cut from racks since
I 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 nigga, swear they jackin' my style
Ain't gon' turn these hoes now 'cause I got them on swag pic right now
You took my Louie, bitch, I need my bag back right now
I'm a fiend, feelin' too good, I got that ass fat right now
It's like thirty thousand, bitch, I kick the cut long and I kick it far
She kick up and keep talkin', wouldn't be nowhere near wrong, I kick the bitch out
My life been a carousal, gotta keep some hitters around for to knock 'em off

Hey pops, 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 a bad bitch, and I got that bad bitch
That's servin' the long kind