Daps & Pounds Lyrics

Yea

Yea

Yea

Yep

Yea man

Yea man

Yea man

Yea man

Yea man

Yea man

Weston

Yea

Yea

Check the parameters

I'm cleaning house like they hired a janitor

Huh

Y'all just some amateurs

Bitch I'm the ceo bitch I'm the manager

Stop that

I'm in the salon, the way that I nail it look like a manicure

And she a goddess bet I am a fan of her

I made a promise that I would come back with a brick, brick

House in the hills

Fuck em all heard they was doubting foreal

They pop a pill but they got no appeal

I don't do pop but I'm popular still

I got the chops I do not need to copy ya

Y'all acting fishy it smell like tilapia

I rock my wranglers, the tee made from nautica

I got a bitch who say wes call me,

claudia chill

Baby, road house

I'mma kick shit like swayze

Showed out, and I brought the wave like the navy

Woah now, I been in my locker like davy

Jones, and just maybe

I could be john how I do it on the daly

Imma push p til the day I push daisies

And if I don't make it give em my

Hugs and kisses

Daps and pounds

Bitch I got the raps if you ask around

I was in the corps in a magtf

With a back pack when found that I had the sound

Hugs and kisses

Daps and pounds

Looking at the past are you happy now

If I gotta answer that, then I'm happy now

Motherfucker looking at me, who's laughing now

Said who's laughing

Now

Just give me top 5 on the list though

I'm tryin to get the dollars by the fistful

That type of thinking's gotta be wishful

Ugh, now the visions clear as a crystal

I get in the spot and get it popping like a pistol

Aye, poppity

Trust me y'all boys isn't stopping me

Oh Michael

Poppity

I'm turning props into property

Oh Michael

And honestly

They put the hip in hypocrisy

I'm on your head like a f lobotomy

Not what I want put it's just what it's gotta be

Weston

Slutz