Hey Pops Lyrics by NBA YoungBoy from the “I Rest My Case” album is a Newly released English song. Hey Pops Lyrics are written by YoungBoy Never Broke Again & D-Roc while the song is produced by YoungBoy Never Broke Again & D-Roc. The song was published on January 6, 2023.
Hey Pops Song Details:
Song: | Hey Pops |
Album: | I Rest My Case |
Singer(s): | NBA YoungBoy |
Produced by: | YoungBoy Never Broke Again & D-Roc |
Written by: | YoungBoy Never Broke Again & D-Roc |
Label: | Motown Records & Never Broke Again |
Release Date: | January 6, 2023 |
Hey Pops Lyrics
A1 Sauce, run it up, boy
D-Roc, D-Roc
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah
Give me a lighter
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah
Hey pops, are you proud of me?
Well, I don’t care, ‘Cause man,
I got a mansion and I got them racks, yeah
And I got a bad b*tch, and I got that bad b*tch
That’s serving the long kind
Two Gs, see me passing up the opportunities (So cool)
I can’t believe they tried to ruin me
Hide in a penthouse, they can’t see me
That sh*t gone change a person soul, do no leaning
—? call like Tunechi
Too much drip for all thesе n**gas
I’m too sauced up on these womеn
A long time, ‘Cause this sh*t get serious
I’m focused on winning, I don’t no business
Bags on packs, this sh*t get weary
Black my chain, and I black my earring
I got a stylist, styling me in all this sh*t, these
Yeah, this jacket
I done did my soul, they gone give it up
Everybody cut from racks since
I thank him that I got this mask on me (On me)
Flyest opp, I’m the flyest opp, so I mix my outfit with this Glock
Soon as I bring my clothes out, these n**ga, swear they jacking my style
Ain’t gone turn these h*es now ‘Cause I got them on swag pic now
You took my Louie, b*tch, my bag back right now
I’m a fiend, feeling too good, I got that a*s fat right now
It’s like thirty thousand, b*tch,
I kick the cut long and I kick it far
She kick up and keep talking,
wouldn’t be nowhere near wrong, I kick the b*tch out
My life been a carousal, gotta keep some
hitters around for to knock them off
Hey pops, are you proud of me?
Well, I don’t care, ‘Cause man,
I got a mansion and I got them racks, yeah
And I got a bad b*tch, and I got that bad b*tch
That’s serving the long kind