Hey Pops Lyrics

Hey Pops Song 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 b**ch, and I got that bag b**ch
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 sh*t 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 niggas (Got too much drip for all these niggas)
I'm too sauced up on these women
And I don't talk much, 'cause this sh*t serious
I'm focused on winning, I don't no bendin'
Bags of packs, man, this sh*t get weary
Black my chain and I black my earring
I got a stylist, stylin' me in all this sh*t, 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 niggas 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, b**ch, 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, b**ch, I keep the cut long and I keep fye
She kick up and keep talkin', wouldn't be nowhere near wrong, I kick the b**ch 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 b**ch, and I got that bag b**ch
They short, red, with long hair (Short, red, with long hair)

I got some kids too