[Intro]
Finally in Europe
Bop
Din Bop
L. D. aka Bop Bop
Din Bop
I could do what I want when I rap
Ok thats enough
[Verse: 1]
Oh my god I'm popping out in Europe
Oh they slipping, gotta wipe the floor up
I'm the type of dude, that never liked the karma
I giving no f**s, I'm farting at the urinal
Momma used to call me Davey Wavey
20 years later Davey Wavey
I'm Russel Westbrook, the guard changer
Still push the same car baby
All whips stilly on the map
New b**hes in the back
They been f**ing with the kid for a minute
Oh my ma, got 'em looking like they about go and let the motherf**er in and rip it like a ticket
I be going to bed like this
I don't even gotta go and pretend on this
I don't even gotta trip
Still in that London apartment like ehh
My girl look like she got Parkinson's ehh
I got her moving and shaking like ehh
I'm coming first when I let her like ehh
Turning up everywhere Johnny Manziel
I got some buddies checking my mail
Hoes in formation I'm feeling like Bey
I just don't see how someone can debate
They don't even like to post me on fader
f** it. I'm what they all not
Labels they know where they call at
I got OGs in my call log
I can name names
Just know I've been great, to the greatest
But f** it, its your blood
I bet they let us on worldstar
No bugging me, that's a girl car
50 just hit me like damn homie
Go by Lil Dicky, I'm saying!
Still sh** a landslide
How the sh** be holding up with the hands tied
How the sh** be blowing up Nicky pants size
Could the sh** break ground, that's a landslide
Got his trunk crunk with the hand dye
You don't see a lot of damn [...] like a [...]
And I drop a video, ton of impressions
I look around, I see none but impressions
[Break]
Not of me Tim
Just of each other
Yeah Tim, Tim, Tim, Tim, Tim Tim
I know. You think I'm gonna meet my wife in London?
(I hope so)
She could be here, no?
(Yeah waiting for you baby)
Oh
[Verse: 2]
Oh they were sleeping, but now they awake
Is he your Drizzy or Louis C.K
If he was both of them, b**hes were both of them
Businesses sh** would be crickety cray
Wish, after wish, like I'm blowing this cake
b**h, after b**h, they've been hollaring my name
Cling to my wood like a newborn koala
Cap on my sh** when I twist like a wallah
Ok, now they try to get involved with it
No girl yet I gotta see them all first
No chain I been trying to keep it all business
Lay it down like manure, that sh** work
Drinking my water, I pick up a quarter
You know that the money is saved
Ey woah, why you recording?
Reporters recording the sh** that I say
Ey, I don't even gotta downgrade it
I ain't loving what I found lately
People look at me, prayer hoping
People look at you, periscoping
I might have to be a tastemaker
This ain't Iggy, but I date Lakers
(I go out with them, sometimes)
Cut the losses, cut the bosses
Independent, f** the office!
At the wingstop, bunch of sauces
Shout out to Rick Ross, uh, bossin'
I ain't peak yet
I don't P-jet
Fly coach
Jay Wright sh**
They sent me Nikes, sent me Reeboks
Got a new box
I ain't peek yet
But I'd been skim milk chugging
With a b**h, hot as asphalt
b**h, wonder why I'm coming quick?
It's your a** fault!
Say what you want I be saying sh** later
You watching movies and wish you could date her
My life a movie, I think I might date her
I'd hit her on Twitter, but I'm out of data
[Break]
I always run out of data. Is it da(y)ta or data?
I hope it's da(y)ta for the sake of the rhyme
I ... even upgraded my plan, I swear, I do a lot of social media
All right thank you