BOPPER lyrics

[Intro]
ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob

[Chorus: Mike Dimes]
Boy, he trippin' off a bopper (Off a bopper)
I'm on yo' ass, I ain't trippin' off of nothing 'les it's f*cking with my cash
Put them trigger n*ggas first, now you in last
I hope they watchin' 'cause I gotta tell 'em something
I bet that ho' ain't even cute when all your hoes is bad
I bet that fabric ain't expensive when you got a band
I bet that gun ain't worth the poppin' when you poppin' tags
You know you wanna leave that n*gga all he do is flag, ain't got no cash


[Verse 1: Mike Dimes]
Yeah, at the sto' sto', spendin' O's
I spent the whole bank roll, how the f*ck am I not broke?
If I call up my bro he tell me invest in sto's
If I call up my ho' she tell me invest in clothes, but I swipe too much
Pocket watching n*ggas want some swag that's why they bite too much
She swallowing my semen, they keep leaking 'cause I pipe too much
Big bro still in his phase that's why he always tryna pipe too much
She went from double dutch to double sl*ts, I promise I ain't give no f*cks

[Chorus: Mike Dimes]
Boy, he trippin' off a bopper (Off a bopper)
I'm on yo' ass, I ain't trippin' off of nothing 'les it's f*cking with my cash
Put them trigger n*ggas first, now you in last
I hope they watchin' 'cause I gotta tell 'em something
I bet that ho' ain't even cute when all your hoes is bad
I bet that fabric ain't expensive when you got a band
I bet that gun ain't worth the poppin' when you poppin' tags
You know you wanna leave that n*gga all he do is flag, ain't got no cash
[Verse 2: Dro Kenji]
Brown liquor, big sipper
Bills are automatic, chain, Balenciaga zippers
Blacked-out car, cameras all around
I might fly her to the Yams to help me throw this money out
I pulled up high, hella bands, this paper keep me happy now
Ask me if I ever drown, like me and Jane are falling out
Dark liquor, lean sipper, wildin' out
Hard liquor, smokin' good herb

[Chorus: Mike Dimes]
Boy, he trippin' off a bopper (Off a bopper)
I'm on yo' ass, I ain't trippin' off of nothing 'les it's f*cking with my cash
Put them trigger n*ggas first, now you in last
I hope they watchin' 'cause I gotta tell 'em something
I bet that ho' ain't even cute when all your hoes is bad
I bet that fabric ain't expensive when you got a band
I bet that gun ain't worth the poppin' when you poppin' tags
You know you wanna leave that n*gga all he do is flag, ain't got no cash