Hey Pops

Yeah
(A1 Sauce, run it up, boy) Yeah
Yeah, yeah (D-Roc, D-Roc)
Yeah (give me a lighter)
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 short, red with long hair

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'
Gotta call like Tunechi
Too much drip for all these niggas
I'm too sauced up on these 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 twelve 'cause it fit with jeans
I done did my soul, they gon' give it up
Everybody cut from racks since, yeah
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 niggas be swagger jackin' my style
Ain't gon' turn these hoes down 'cause I got them on swag pack right now
You took my Louie, bitch, I need my bag back right now
I've been 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 short, red with long hair

Got lotsa kids too