Cla**ixs Beats - Bops lyrics

[Chorus: Joey Whatever] These people they hate me I know it, and it's ok. I guess I'm doing my job I'm popping these pills, I don't think I'll stop She said that she hate me, I'm worthless, and she think that this music sh** gonna flop Well f** you you bop, Slob on my knob [Verse 1: Joey Whatever] Aye f** all you bops, slob on my knob I don't love these hoes, just in case y'all forgot I know I'm a slob, if my family hungry you know I'mma rob You know I'mma mob f** all these hoes and f** all these cops Watch me whip off the lot I bought me a brick and you know that's a lot Living fast like a tank full of Nos Never get tired, What is exhausted? I think I have finally lost it Look at this weed is so frosted Got so much that you think that I cropped it When you light it be careful, be cautious One hit will make you go nauseous We getting this money, no losses My ego is big like a walrus I get her so wet like a faucet This hate is a part of the process [Chorus: Joey Whatever] These people they hate me I know it, and it's ok. I guess I'm doing my job I'm popping these pills, I don't think I'll stop She said that she hate me, I'm worthless, and she think that this music sh** gonna flop Well f** you you bop, Slob on my knob [Verse 2: Doeman] Dodi Galore Spitting that crack like packs in the back of the Ford How you trappin', moving packs but you poor? Oh you bout it bout it and got guns galore Last time I checked man your b**h is a who*e You p**y made from your heart to your core Fiction will spit you spitting that's for sure I ain't ever backed down, Who want war? Look here, we don't get tired. No Kevin Gates 5 foot 5 but you riding with a heavy weight How the f** you in the game boy? You ain't ever played Weak then a b**h. Yeah that's 7 days Look here, Your s*ut is all on my dick I f**ed her and ducked her, I nutted and dipped Dodi, the gang, and the mob in this b**h Ole p**y a** rapper you are not with the sh** I'm drunk then a b**h, I just swang then I swerve Slid in the p**y then slid in her purse You slid in the DM's and then you got curved Before all the b**hes I put money first Oh god damn, I've been bad to the bone Put a mac to the back of your dome Blat-blat-blat, Let it blast and your gone Got a matte black soul only rap for the dough Everybody on that fake sh** in my town So it's city after city, yeah I had to move around You ain't hold me down, u been riding with these clowns Ole Twitter a** rappers ain't got no sound Dodi [Verse 3: Joey Whatever] Let me get it with my mother f**in people that I'm with If you run up then I'm gonna empty out the clip I don't play, I don't talk, I'm really with the sh**s What the f** you think this is? I'm gonna stack all this money ‘til I'm finally f**in rich I be stuntin' on a b**h, I'm gonna get it right away Watch me turn all these crumbs into bricks like here's a magic trick I got like 8 grams in my pocket I need like 8 bands in my wallet I'm gonna throw 20's all when she pop it I'm gonna throw 100's all when she drop it Anywhere we go these b**hes they know we poppin' I'm gonna go get it my n***a there is no stopping I'm gonna go rep it my n***a I swear I'm mobbing Everywhere I go these n***as they know I plotting I ain't really stressing whenever I see a bop If I f** ‘em best believe I ain't taking off my socks About to pop some pills cause you know I pop a lot Honestly I love this sh** and I don't think I'll stop [Chorus: Joey Whatever] These people they hate me I know it, and it's ok. I guess I'm doing my job I'm popping these pills, I don't think I'll stop She said that she hate me, I'm worthless, and she think that this music sh** gonna flop Well f** you you bop, Slob on my knob