If you're talking the hardest Giggs better pop pop up in your thoughts as an artist (jheeze) Taunting the market Everybody wants to know where 'Walk in da Park' is Walk in the party, sporting Armani Half of the crowd's all snorting my Charlie Sorted the bar,

Can't forget that I'm golden, can't forget where I'm going Can't forget that I'm a OG, better act like you know it Fuck popo, police, enemies, fake homies Fuck 'em, fuck sleep, come clean, zoning Fuck 'em, fuck sleep, come clean, zonin' Blunt smoke,

Whoa-oh oh oh Don't stop, make it pop pop DJ, blow my speakers up Till we see the sunlight TiK ToK, on the clock But the party don't stop no Tonight, Im'ma fight Yeah, you got me Woah-oh oh oh

Don't stop, pop pop that, don't stop Pop Pop that pop pop that pop pop that (What ya twerkin’ wit'?) Pop Pop that pop pop that pop pop that Drop that pussy bitch Work, work, work, work, bounce Work, work, work, work, bounce (What ya twerkin’ wit'?) (Don't stop, pop pop that, don't

Xans gon' take you Xans gon' fake you (yeah) Xans don't make you (you) And Xans gon' betray you (what? Yeah) And if I die don't miss me (ayy) I wish that bitch just kiss me (ayy) (You are now listening to a Bobby Johnson beat) Ooh, I pop pop a Perc' when I'm

Ever since I got this you been tryna knock this All you do is pop pop shit you ain't really on shit This is for my team though we ain't with the nonsense Keep it 103 though, all we do is top shit Yeah, ever since, ever since, yeah I made everything come

So if you lay here with me now I promise the stars, they won't make a sound If only for now, right now, if only for now If you stay, just for a while 'Cause we know the world won't ever slow down Streets crowded with voices Thousand of faces, but you're

Dem call mi di ravin king Touch a Smudge gyal a, show mi love And a tell mi mi sweet like fudge Gal dem a wine pon me, yeah A wi hav the style weh dem love Dem watch wi like MTV Him seh party shot, like one M-16 Him seh party shot, like one STD Him seh

All these damn chains, modern slavery (ice) But this ain't 1800 so they pay me (cash) Uh, yuh, shaking my demons off (shake 'em) Dippin' my dreams in sauce (dreams) Never been food for sharks (nope) Wrist like fins on dolphins (splash) Pop Pop hella bands

Then I'd be your blueberry lollipop My little strawberry strawberry strawberry bubblegum My lips are strawberry, strawberry, strawberry bubblegum If you'd be strawberry bubblegum And then I'd love you 'til I make you pop pop Don't worry about your loving it