Bopster

[Intro]

(Ah)

(Please stop doing that extra shit)

(I got possessed by this money and that shit was an exorcist)

(You asking questions too much, I just answer shit)

(Turn that shit up, 2)

(Bitch gon' boot up, told her shake that—)

[Chorus]

Why? When? Who? Where?

Stop asking me all of these questions, you already know I don't care

You can see these VS1's hundreds of miles away like a flare

But I just pulled up in that one of one, Richard Millie and McLaren (Let's go)

All of my clothes they be coming from Italy

Couple shooters, for a band, they do anything

Sipping the Wock', I'm not drinking no Hennessy

400 to cop the shoеs [?] the embassy

Elon Musk [?], I doubled thе ecstasy

Feds doing shit for some clout, get a penalty

Making money every day, that's my specialty

"Yeat, can I suck it?" I told her potentially

[Verse]

The percs got me bitchin', we fucking so heavenly

You a lame, I don't fuck with your energy

Dead presidents in my pockets like Kennedy

I'mma die soon, but they gon' remember me

You already got your time, you'll fall off eventually

I'm off the gram, that shit fuck with me mentally

I don't got time for that, I'm in reality

You already know where I'm at, where the cabbage be

Yeah, I just left the Earth

I get so high every day I don't even know for sure

For certain, while I'm swervin' and dodgin' these coppers

In the brand new matte-black, this the chopper

No, this not no fucking 'Vette, this a Bopster

You a lame on the roster

I gotta do this shit fast (Hmm)

I'm off— I'm off a Addy and perc I might crash (Crash out)

You see in the whip, boy, we pushing two hunnid, the digital dash (Swerve)

Yeah (Let's go), I got some Vetements sitting on my bag

Eh, eh, I'm with my twizzy, my twizzy, my twizzy, my slatt (Slatt, slatt)

You don't even gotta say nothing, we already know that you really not living like that

You 'bout to fall off, you better go get you a job, you better be thinking 'bout that ('Bout that)

Yeah, my twizzy pulled up in that Mas' and I just pulled up in that 'Cat

Hit E.D.D with my twin, that's 'bout twenty racks, you know that we splitting them packs

If I do not know you, don't give me no money, 'cause I swear to God you ain't getting it back (Let's go)

I was broke once, I will never go back

[Chorus]

Why? When? Who? Where?

Stop asking me all of these questions, you already know I don't care

You can see these VS1's hundreds of miles away like a flare

But I just pulled up in that one of one, Richard Millie and McLaren (Let's go)

All of my clothes they be coming from Italy

Couple shooters, for a band, they do anything

Sipping the Wock', I'm not drinking no Hennessy

400 to cop the shoes [?] the embassy

Elon Musk [?], I doubled the ecstasy

Feds doing shit for some clout, get a penalty

Making money every day, that's my specialty

"Yeat, can I suck it?" I told her potentially