POP OFF. Lyrics

I might fuckin' drop out

I might fuckin' pop out

I might fuckin' stomp out

I might fuckin' hop out

I'm the fuckin' top dog

Wait until I drop dog

Imma fuckin' pop off, eish

They feeling my music, the pressure is tangible

I guess these words are too actual

Picture vivid, this high definition is graphical

Factual

No caps, but I'm chasing some capital

It ain't a stretch to say that I'm the best

Mr. "His raps are fantastic", make you enthusiastic

The bars are drastic

Sticks in the stu, we making magic

Shoot three shots to your chest, Imma call that a hat trick

Put you six feet under a rock, I just made you patrick

Momma always said I should shoot for the stars

Pulling strings is what I tune like guitars

No space in between to breathe, every line is a bar

The pen is lit,

I'm good with my words, I'm articulate

Ain't spawnin' shit, but I am considered to be quite Frivolous

I might fuckin' drop out

I might fuckin' pop out

I might fuckin' stomp out

I might fuckin' hop out

I'm the fuckin' top dog

Wait until I drop dog

Imma fuckin' pop off

Imma fuckin' pop off

I might fuckin' drop out

I might fuckin' pop out

I might fuckin' stomp out

I might fuckin' hop out

I'm the fuckin' top dog

Wait until I drop dog

Imma fuckin' pop off

Imma fuckin' pop off