Boi-1da - Pop Style Freestyle lyrics

[Intro: NUFF$AID] Yeah, NUFF$AID, yeah, yeah [Verse 1: NUFF$AID] I been in the stu recording Like D'Angelo Russell (D'Angelo Russell) Started from the bottom So I know the struggle (Know the hustle) Never had sh** So I had to hustle (Had to hustle) Trappin' in the kitchen Watch the work bubble (Watch it bubble) Then we bag it up And throw it in the duffle (In the duffle) Nowadays I gotta roll with more muscle (More muscle) Last week I got into a lil scuffle (Lil scuffle) Threw Azaleas in the casket Had to get the shovel (RIP) I don't box it out Nah we got the deuce deuce Yeah you better duck duck Like a n***a said goose All my dawg crip Yeah, n***as think it's blues clues But it's blood all on my gloves Yeah I think that I'm The Juice (O.J.) Paul Pierce at the buzzer Yeah I think that I'm The Truth Kris Jenkins with the aim You don't want no problems Duke Drop the top, Raise the roof Yeah I think I'm Uncle Luke Got them birds all in my bag I think I'm Crash Bandicoot I be getting too high Think I need a parachute n***as see me in the street And they Triple hand salute Got them pre-rolls in my Brand new Nike Tech suit Got your girl all in my bed So no she cannot text you [Verse 2: NUFF$AID] Ye k**ed the beat You know I had to pop style on it I be wylin on it You be auto pilot on it (BREAK) Somebody tell these labels sign me Cause all these other cats that rap The same like Siamese (twins) I'm just a Kyrie in a world Filled with Kehlanis I'm tryna find Ayesha Curry's And Deanni's I need a dime piece (BREAK) The rap game need change Like it need some quarters for the meter Bunch of thirsty n***as rapping They need water by the liter They say my new sh** be slappin' Baby Boy in the wife beater These the new singles y'all Like Onika and Rihmeek bruh If Ye think he Pablo Well, sh** I think I'm Van Gogh Got so many chains All my n***as call me Django I been grinding all week Same clothes Different flows I been f**ing all week Same hoes Different Strokes Whatchu talking bout Willis?! What the hell do y'all know? Locked up in the studio Can't find me like Waldo Chilled with Carmen San Diego Like about a day ago Can't touch this MC hammer, hot potato flow Wrote this in a bungalow When I was drinking rum and coke Five bad b**hes Yeah we f**ed 'em But we hardly spoke One chick told me That she'd never f** if I was broke I told her that's the right mindset Don't ever let it go [HOOK: NUFF$AID] Dropped outta school, now we dumb rich (Dumb rich) This sound like some Fulton, Franklin Ave sh** (Ave sh**) All my n***as wanna do is pop style (Pop style) Turned my birthday into a lifestyle (Lifestyle)