Ralphiefrmdano - Bop Lyrics

Ayy, Turk, turn that shit up
I bet when they hear this, gon' shake ass at us, me and my niggas tryna crash this
Ain't no Instagram thuggin' over here, we really bout that shit
If this nigga run up over here, we finna body shit

Let them niggas come up over here, we gon' bake his shit
Hangin' out the window, screamin', no time, tryna face his shit
Real deal, steppin' from the know, never been counterfeit
Real sharp shooter, you can't run, it's gon' hit yo' shit

She wanna shoot a move, you seen the to-do, yeah that's yo' bitch
Chop it, hit him up, but he ain't die, now he got eight locks
Could've f*cked on that nigga, bitch, but she ain't my type
I'll beat a nigga ass, and tell him night-night

I'll beat a nigga ass, and tell him nightness
Call a winner for the sentence, let me stop sayin' lyrics
I might beat the pussy up and carry her like she a winner
She don't like a f*cker broke, no, that's alright, cause I'm that nigga

Put my trust in these niggas, then they go turn story little
He said he was a real nigga, then got shit to the spittle
So call a winner for the sentence, let me stop sayin' lyrics
I might beat the pussy up and carry her around like she a winner

I bet when they hear this, gon' take acid
It's me, my nigga tryna crash it
Ain't no Instagram, thuggin' over here
We really bout that shit

If a nigga run up over here, we finna body shit
Bet them niggas come up over here, we finna bake they shit
Hangin' out too long, I'm screamin' all the time, tryna face this shit
Real deal, steppin' from the known, never been counterfeited

So call a winner for the sentence, I'm gon' cook him like it's dinner
I'm gon' beat the pussy up and carry her around like she a winner
Bye
That nigga rough