And I want everybody to sing along
You can do that
Hey, Mr. Knickerbocker, boppity bop
I like it the way that you boppity bop
Like, damn
Okay, it's my turn
Up it at his chest and let it rip, it give him heartburn
Nigga, shut the f*ck up and sit down
Bitch, it's time to learn
About how I'm that nigga and I can go and make your bitch turn around
Back it up, drop it down, f*ck it up, baby
The way she make it twirl, got my eyes looking dumb crazy
Try to trap me like she Billie Jean, but that ain't my baby
Like Melly and Fredo lil' bitch, this shit go dumb brazy
Like, damn
F*ck it up
Like, damn
"Whats in ya cup?"
Bitch, this muddy ain't no red
Got me sippin' double dutch
If it's up, bitch, I'm stuck sippin' through the double cup
Like, damn
Oh thats a bop!
Like, damn
Look how she walk!
Open up her phone, she texting every nigga on the block
Every message sayin' that she wanna eat up on the cock
Like, damn
Yeah, that's a bop
You can see it in her eyes
Every nigga had the box
Yeah, she claimin' that she loyal, but the gang can prove she not
Go invite her to the function and just watch the way she drop
Like, damn
Show me how you rock, baby
Show me how you drop, baby
Show me you a bop, baby
Show me how you rock
Show me how you drop
Show me how you rock
Bitch show me you a bop
Like, ah
And I want everybody to sing along
You can do that
Hey, Mr. Knickerbocker, boppity bop
I like it the way that you boppity bop
Speed it up for the boys in the back
Talkin' crazy, got put in a pack
Sendin' that boy up right to the raq'
I give a shot, see I'm never gon' lag
I get up, I close in his face
I had to put a lil' boy in his place
He talkin' crazy, we put up with mace
She talkin' crazy, better fix that lace
I got a Glock and a spray in your face
I got your family, I take them away
You been talkin' bout, but he sit there and wait
He on the road, I put Buddy on skates
Talkin' to me, you can't beat me, man
Give me the keys, now they callin' me sandman
I'm about to hit with the windows, they tinted
And I'ma stay with the girl, but I'm faded
But they call you a, uh
But they call you a, uh
But they call you a, uh
But they call you a, uh
But they call you a, uh
But they call you a, uh
Yeah, but you get a, uh
Little bit of that, you got it, uh
I don't need no, I don't say it
I don't need no, I don't say it
But they call you a, uh
kryptsrevenge - Bop Anthem (feat. $łïdëWït$ñäkë) Lyrics
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And I want everybody to sing along
You can do that
Hey, Mr. Knickerbocker, boppity bop
I like it the way that you boppity bop
Like, damn
Okay, it's my turn
Up it at his chest and let it rip, it give him heartburn
Nigga, shut the f*ck up and sit down
Bitch, it's time to learn
About how I'm that nigga and I can go and make your bitch turn around
Back it up, drop it down, f*ck it up, baby
The way she make it twirl, got my eyes looking dumb crazy
Try to trap me like she Billie Jean, but that ain't my baby
Like Melly and Fredo lil' bitch, this shit go dumb brazy
Like, damn
F*ck it up
Like, damn
"Whats in ya cup?"
Bitch, this muddy ain't no red
Got me sippin' double dutch
If it's up, bitch, I'm stuck sippin' through the double cup
Like, damn
Oh thats a bop!
Like, damn
Look how she walk!
Open up her phone, she texting every nigga on the block
Every message sayin' that she wanna eat up on the cock
Like, damn
Yeah, that's a bop
You can see it in her eyes
Every nigga had the box
Yeah, she claimin' that she loyal, but the gang can prove she not
Go invite her to the function and just watch the way she drop
Like, damn
Show me how you rock, baby
Show me how you drop, baby
Show me you a bop, baby
Show me how you rock
Show me how you drop
Show me how you rock
Bitch show me you a bop
Like, ah
And I want everybody to sing along
You can do that
Hey, Mr. Knickerbocker, boppity bop
I like it the way that you boppity bop
Speed it up for the boys in the back
Talkin' crazy, got put in a pack
Sendin' that boy up right to the raq'
I give a shot, see I'm never gon' lag
I get up, I close in his face
I had to put a lil' boy in his place
He talkin' crazy, we put up with mace
She talkin' crazy, better fix that lace
I got a Glock and a spray in your face
I got your family, I take them away
You been talkin' bout, but he sit there and wait
He on the road, I put Buddy on skates
Talkin' to me, you can't beat me, man
Give me the keys, now they callin' me sandman
I'm about to hit with the windows, they tinted
And I'ma stay with the girl, but I'm faded
But they call you a, uh
But they call you a, uh
But they call you a, uh
But they call you a, uh
But they call you a, uh
But they call you a, uh
Yeah, but you get a, uh
Little bit of that, you got it, uh
I don't need no, I don't say it
I don't need no, I don't say it
But they call you a, uh
You can do that
Hey, Mr. Knickerbocker, boppity bop
I like it the way that you boppity bop
Like, damn
Okay, it's my turn
Up it at his chest and let it rip, it give him heartburn
Nigga, shut the f*ck up and sit down
Bitch, it's time to learn
About how I'm that nigga and I can go and make your bitch turn around
Back it up, drop it down, f*ck it up, baby
The way she make it twirl, got my eyes looking dumb crazy
Try to trap me like she Billie Jean, but that ain't my baby
Like Melly and Fredo lil' bitch, this shit go dumb brazy
Like, damn
F*ck it up
Like, damn
"Whats in ya cup?"
Bitch, this muddy ain't no red
Got me sippin' double dutch
If it's up, bitch, I'm stuck sippin' through the double cup
Like, damn
Oh thats a bop!
Like, damn
Look how she walk!
Open up her phone, she texting every nigga on the block
Every message sayin' that she wanna eat up on the cock
Like, damn
Yeah, that's a bop
You can see it in her eyes
Every nigga had the box
Yeah, she claimin' that she loyal, but the gang can prove she not
Go invite her to the function and just watch the way she drop
Like, damn
Show me how you rock, baby
Show me how you drop, baby
Show me you a bop, baby
Show me how you rock
Show me how you drop
Show me how you rock
Bitch show me you a bop
Like, ah
And I want everybody to sing along
You can do that
Hey, Mr. Knickerbocker, boppity bop
I like it the way that you boppity bop
Speed it up for the boys in the back
Talkin' crazy, got put in a pack
Sendin' that boy up right to the raq'
I give a shot, see I'm never gon' lag
I get up, I close in his face
I had to put a lil' boy in his place
He talkin' crazy, we put up with mace
She talkin' crazy, better fix that lace
I got a Glock and a spray in your face
I got your family, I take them away
You been talkin' bout, but he sit there and wait
He on the road, I put Buddy on skates
Talkin' to me, you can't beat me, man
Give me the keys, now they callin' me sandman
I'm about to hit with the windows, they tinted
And I'ma stay with the girl, but I'm faded
But they call you a, uh
But they call you a, uh
But they call you a, uh
But they call you a, uh
But they call you a, uh
But they call you a, uh
Yeah, but you get a, uh
Little bit of that, you got it, uh
I don't need no, I don't say it
I don't need no, I don't say it
But they call you a, uh
Writer: Jerome Brewer
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid