LYRIC
I know it, and it’s ok. I guess I’m doing my job
I’m popping these pills, I don’t think I’ll stop
She said that she hate me, I’m worthless, and she think that this music shit gonna flop
Well fuck you you bop, Slob on my knob [Verse 1: Joey Whatever] Aye fuck all you bops, slob on my knob
I don’t love these hoes, just in case y’all forgot
I know I’m a slob, if my family hungry you know I’mma rob
You know I’mma mob
Fuck all these hoes and fuck all these cops
Watch me whip off the lot
I bought me a brick and you know that’s a lot
Living fast like a tank full of Nos
Never get tired, What is exhausted?
I think I have finally lost it
Look at this weed is so frosted
Got so much that you think that I cropped it
When you light it be careful, be cautious
One hit will make you go nauseous
We getting this money, no losses
My ego is big like a walrus
I get her so wet like a faucet
This hate is a part of the process
[Chorus: Joey Whatever]
These people they hate me
I know it, and it’s ok. I guess I’m doing my job
I’m popping these pills, I don’t think I’ll stop
She said that she hate me, I’m worthless, and she think that this music shit gonna flop
Well fuck you you bop, Slob on my knob
Spitting that crack like packs in the back of the Ford
How you trappin’, moving packs but you poor?
Oh you bout it bout it and got guns galore
Last time I checked man your bitch is a whore
You pussy made from your heart to your core
Fiction will spit you spitting that’s for sure
I ain’t ever backed down, Who want war?
Look here, we don’t get tired. No Kevin Gates
5 foot 5 but you riding with a heavy weight
How the fuck you in the game boy? You ain’t ever played
Weak then a bitch. Yeah that’s 7 days
Look here, Your slut is all on my dick
I fucked her and ducked her, I nutted and dipped
Dodi, the gang, and the mob in this bitch
Ole pussy ass rapper you are not with the shit
I’m drunk then a bitch, I just swang then I swerve
Slid in the pussy then slid in her purse
You slid in the DM’s and then you got curved
Before all the bitches I put money first
Oh god damn, I’ve been bad to the bone
Put a mac to the back of your dome
Blat-blat-blat, Let it blast and your gone
Got a matte black soul only rap for the dough
Everybody on that fake shit in my town
So it’s city after city, yeah I had to move around
You ain’t hold me down, u been riding with these clowns
Ole Twitter ass rappers ain’t got no sound
Dodi [Verse 3: Joey Whatever] Let me get it with my mother fuckin people that I’m with
If you run up then I’m gonna empty out the clip
I don’t play, I don’t talk, I’m really with the shits
What the fuck you think this is?
I’m gonna stack all this money ‘til I’m finally fuckin rich
I be stuntin’ on a bitch, I’m gonna get it right away
Watch me turn all these crumbs into bricks like here’s a magic trick
I got like 8 grams in my pocket
I need like 8 bands in my wallet
I’m gonna throw 20’s all when she pop it
I’m gonna throw 100’s all when she drop it
Anywhere we go these bitches they know we poppin’
I’m gonna go get it my nigga there is no stopping
I’m gonna go rep it my nigga I swear I’m mobbing
Everywhere I go these niggas they know I plotting
I ain’t really stressing whenever I see a bop
If I fuck ‘em best believe I ain’t taking off my socks
About to pop some pills cause you know I pop a lot
Honestly I love this shit and I don’t think I’ll stop [Chorus: Joey Whatever] These people they hate me
I know it, and it’s ok. I guess I’m doing my job
I’m popping these pills, I don’t think I’ll stop
She said that she hate me, I’m worthless, and she think that this music shit gonna flop
Well fuck you you bop, Slob on my knob
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