Zayy Marcel - BOP IN

Man it hot as hell in here (man I know how to do all this shit)
It's my world
(Hot)
Come here
Let's do it (too hot, too hot)
Bankroll on me, fuck it
I just scored a bucket
Girl don't even land yo two feet in here 'less you fucking
Or just open wide so I can rock ya brain like a concussion
Bitch you know I'm Chosen, they don't call me that for nothing
Okay, let's go
Before I had the nina, held that one that held BB's (yeah)
Had some light shit on the floor, I doubled back and went to RiRi (shit)
Got a call like "where you at?", "I'm coming thru", secured the three peat (wow)
You done already fucked on who?
Shit, me too
I been busy counting commas, I don't care what she do (naw)
All my niggas got ice, we can build an igloo (ice)
And all my niggas got heats, so you better be smooth
So boy don't walk up on me 'cause it's one up in the head (yeah)
They gone have to pick him up 'cause they found one up in his head
Talking wet off of some meds, that's gone get you filled with lead
It don't matter who had said it, I want all y'all niggas dead
He told me whip a band out, shit here go ten (here go ten)
I invite her and her friends out, she like "let's go friend" (let's go friend)
Heard he tender 'cause I scored and he tried to goaltend (goaltend)
You put bitches over money? What's really the goal then?
Bought the manicured bullets, I'm ready, let's go spin (like where you at?)
Paused the nigga that was drivin', he died in a ghost whip
Tryna overkill a nigga, he emptied the whole clip (boom)
Brought my nigga from the trenches, he t'd up, we both lit (my nigga)
When you see that flash, bet yo ass do everything but cheese
Should've shut the fuck up 'cause now that heater made 'em freeze (pose)
Had a threesome with two thotties, mega cake with double-d's (shit)
Man the feds had took my wallet now my racks in Purple jeans (what we on?)
Heard you hoeing who? Man what the fuck you lying for (nah)
Snakes up in the grass, lil bro go and get the lawnmower
Know that time is money so you know I ain't got time for it
Opposition's funeral, I might pop out in some Tom Ford (yeah)
They ain't hand me shit, I had to plan it and go grind for it (yeah)
Flexing that lil thousand man I spent that on a soundboard (come here)
I ain't gone bap, man them zones up in the city look like ground war
Fuck, I don't even smoke, the fuck I buy this pound for?
If I don't see it in stores then I gotta Farfetch it
Damn I made the most progress when they called me hardheaded
Everybody got a Glock but I bet you ours did it (I bet it did)
This that change a nigga roster switch, ugh (the fuck?, yeah)
From the trenches to the burbs
Mr. "Leave You On The Curb" (yeah)
He Mr. "Nigga Grab Yo Blick 'Cause If It's Smoke I'm Shooting First"
Hopping out like all that nigga seen was skis and a burst
How you mad we took yo whip when you left keys in it first nigga? (too hot)
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I ain't gone lie we really gone fuck the summer up with this one

Written by:
Iziah Brown

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