[Intro]
Finally in Europe
Bop
Din Bop
L. D. aka Bop Bop
Din Bop
I could do what i want when i rap
Ok thats enough
[Vers 1]
Oh my god i’m popping out in Europe
Oh they slipping, gotta whipe the floor
But i’m the type of dude, that never liked the form
I’m giving no f**s, i’m farting at the urinal
Moma used to call me Davie Wavie
20 years later Davie Wavie
I’m Russel Westbrook the game changer
Stil push the same car baby
All whips steady on a map
New b**hes in the back
They be f**ing with the kid for a minute
O my ma, gotta looking like they about going let the motherf**er in rippin like a ticket
I be going to bed like this
I dont even gotta going to pretend on this
I dont even gotta trip
Still in that london apartment like ehh
[Margot the lushi got pakinsons ehh
I gotta moving and shaking like ehh
I’m coming first when i lad her like ehh
Turning up every vaginamensel] [???]
I got some bunny as chenking my mail
Hoes infromation i’m feeling like bae
I just don’t see how someone can debate
They don’t even like to post me on [fader]?
f** it. I’m were they all not
Labels they know where they call at
I got OGs in my Call-Out
I can [?]
It’s not i’ve been great, to the greatest
But f** it, its your blood
[?] is a worldstar
No bugging me, thats a girl car
50 just hit me like damn homie
Go by Lil Dicky, i’m saying!
Still [?]
How the sh** we holding up with the hands tied
How the sh** we blowing up Nicky [?]
Could the sh** break ground [?]
[…]
You don’t see a lot of damn […]
And I drop a video, tons of impressions
I look around, i see non but impressions
[Break]
Not of me Tim
Just of each other
Yeah Tim, Tim, Tim, Tim, Tim Tim
I know. You think i’m gonna meat my wife in London?
She could be here, no?
Oh
[Vers 2]
Oh they were sleaping, but now they’re awake
[…] Louise K
If he was both of them, b**hes were both of them
[…]
Wish, after wish, like i’m blowing this cake
b**h, after b**h, that be hauling my name
[…]
[…]when I twist like a wallah
Ok, now they try to get involved with it
No girl, i got to see them all first
[…]
[…] that sh** work
Drinking my Water, i’m picking up a quater
You know that the money is saved
Ey yo, why you recording?
Reporters recording the sh** that i say
Ey, I don’t even gotta downgrade it
I’m loving what I found lately
People look at me, prayin’, hopin’
People look at you, pairscoping
I might have to be a tastemaker
This ain’t (iggy)[?], but I date (lakers)[?]
I go out with them sometimes
Cut the (lawses)[?], Cut the (boses)[?]
Independent, f** the office!
At the (wingstar)[?], bunch of sauces
Shot out to Rick Ross, boston
[…]
[…]
[..]
J Rice sh**
Sent me nikes, sent me reboks
Got a new box
I didn’t peek yet
But i be Skim, milk [?]
With a b**h, hot as a** for
b**h, wonder why i’m coming quick?
It’s your a** for!
Say what you want i be saying sh** later
You watching movies and wish you could date her
My life a movie, i think i might date her
I hit her on Twitter, but i’m out of data
[Break]
I always run out of data. Is it da(y)ta or data?
I hope it’s da(y)ta for the sake of the rhyme
I … even upgraded my plan, i swear, i do a lot of social media
All right thank you