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Oh, yeah, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say all that I should've opened with a reading of the scripture from the Book of Popoff Every time I pop out, it pop off YKTV got the top off Private estate, I'm a mob boss Every time I pop out, it pop off YKTV God's Son, they call me Son, ain't no sonnin' me Ran a hundred M's, bitch, I'm running things Paper power pussy that should come in threes What you think I owe you somethin' girl for fuckin' me? Imagine Lil Uzi on a Preemo beat Imagine N-A-S on a Migo beat Hip-hop culture, Henny on coasters Watching hundred inch screens see who sittin' with Oprah Black Phantoms women comin' in tandems Bags are Lanvin she prayin' she don't get abandoned Bag big from layin' thеse ad-libs My photo the Jordan logo for this rap shit Oculus VR, that's how I see shit I can't let you drivе the boat if you get seasick Draped in all red, she thought I was Whoopty 4 A.M., still goin', I'm not even whoozy Let your friends catch a ride, whip only got two seats Letras de cancionesSlip and slide through Miami, she got on a two-piece I'm on her body, she a homebody Hope them killers don't catch no bodies Every time I pop out, it pop off YKTV, got the top off Private estate, I'm a mob boss Every time I pop out, it pop off You wanted to talk, ain't no talkin' it out, huh Put it in your mouth, fuck you talkin' about? Every time they play this song, she like, "This is my shit" But I really wanna know, do you love me or not? So say my name and when you say it, baby, call me Artist Don't be afraid to ride my wave, ma, it's a tsunami And when I wasn't gettin' paid, them bitches wasn't on me And you can tell I got my weight up, just look at the car key A bunch of Givenchy, look, I pop off, huh I copped the Avenny, my top off, huh They not really A Boogie, they just knockoffs, huh Big rock in these chains but it's not yours, huh Been jackin' Esco' bars like he Pablo, huh Put my tip inside her walls like she was hollow, huh My niggas innocent behind the walls like they Ralo, huh And every time they pop off, I pop out Every time I pop out it pop off YKTV, got the top off Private estate I'm a mob boss Every time I pop out it pop off [Interlude] Hey there, I'm Peter Popoff and it's about to pop off 400! Hunnid deep in a club I'm a mob boss (Yeah) Big Blood drip know it's hot sauce (Oh) Family crib, got my side bitch in a high loft Girls goin' wild, bitch take your top off Show no love bitch, I'm in love with Saint Laurent (Saint Laurent) The Louis Vuitton ain't dropped yet but I got it on (Got it on) I just made yo' favorite singer come out her thong (Come out her thong) I just ran a money play with Scooter Braun (Scooter Braun) Drop a car note on yo' head, act stupid wit' it Bitch, bitch, my jewels ain't rented, the coupes ain't rented Bitch play them cards with no limit, stars in the ceilin' Bitch I work hard on the money, I'm harvestin' millions I just put my name on the pack, now we trappin' and dealin' Niggas, niggas say that they game but I'm actually in it I'm Tom Brady in the field, I make all the decisions (Yeah) The video got shot up and I greenlit it (Yeah) Every time I pop out it pop off YKTV, got the top off Private estate I'm a mob boss Every time I pop out it pop off YKTV You know the vibes, QB to Southside Northside, Far Rock, LeFrak, Brooklyn Bronx, Harlem, Staten Island we outside Highbridge to Compton, yeah From Letras Mania