XVII
He on a shirt, ayy
That nigga, he no longer livin', in the dirt, ayy (It's Wop, gone)
In the dirt, in the dirt, just like my syrup, ayy (Mud)
I came from shit, I used to post up by the curb, ayy (Ayy)
I'm off these drugs, take this shit to hide the hurt, ayy (Yeah)
You want a Bentley, I'm gon' pull up in a hearse, ayy (It's Wop)
Don't care 'bout shit, bitch, I put my money first, ayy (Racks)
Boy, you gon' kill him? I'm gon' let him get you first, ayy (Ayy) , huh
Fuck this rap if it don't work, ayy (Fuck this shit)
Bust a juug, I just bought my bitch a purse, ayy (Yeah)
Cup full of glood, I pollute myself with syrup, ayy (Ugh)
I'ma smoke them opps then put two Percs inside my frappe (Ayy)
12 tried to chase me, hit the gas and it was too late (Ayy)
I'm in a type machine that leave a Hellcat and a i8 (Skrrt)
Diamonds VVS's, this shit hitting like it's Blu-Ray
And Lil Wop a player, dunk these bitches just like 2K (Smash, ayy)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (Yeah)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (It's Wop, ayy)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (Ayy)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (It's Wop, it's Wop)
Boy, I'm sippin' red, all these racks in my Ricks
I went rags to the rich, put Chanel on my kicks (Ayy, yeah)
Put Chanel on my bitch, put a bale on my wrist
Threw a scale on a brick, threw hollow shells in the stick, ayy (Pew-pew-pew, ugh)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (It's Wop, ayy)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (Ayy, yeah)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (It's Wop)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (Ayy)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (It's Wop, it's Wop)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (Yeah, yeah)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (It's Wop, lil' bitch)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Compositor: Louis Mcpherson (Lil Wop)
ECAD: Obra #44389931