bop it

By fflex

Released on March 10, 2026

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If I die soon, make sure y'all check out the niggas that hate me

You would think I'd be doing a history project, the way all my paper be ancient

And they hate in the comments, but it ain't my fault that these niggas can't comprehend greatness

Say the prowess wit the power of "I AM," man i told y'all niggas I would make it

Niggas so hungry, I been eating, I'm flavored

Say Bismillah over plates, I ain't religious, I'm favored

She broke up with me, or she broke and I'm up

And she thought she could play me, she played with her luck

I'mma keep it Giannis wit you, don't give a fuck

And she said she would die for you? That bitch a slut

And my shit hot like Malibu

Gave you all of me, you gave me half of you

Don't accept that shit, that shit not clappable

Had to fuck this bitch, she had an attitude

Nigga steady talkin' bout he slappin' me? Slappin' who? But I bet he slappin you

Chrome on the conscious, I conjure a comet, the coupe panoramic with chronic deposits

Fur on the collar, she call me a scholar, I swallowed the game and then vomit the profit

Neon theology, slime anthropology, stacking the currency tall as a rocket

Walk in the bank with a venomous posture, deposit the pain, then withdraw it in sockets

Everywhere walkin’, I’m never done talkin’, I'mma always be poppin' my shi' like a Bop-It

Twist it, then pull it, then lock it, I learned from the block how to cock it and stock it

Profit was logic, I flipped every option, from conscious pockets to corporate deposits

Pain in my posture, I carried the trauma, now trauma get traded for commas and projects

Neck look like zero-degree in December

Remember they told me “Be regular, temper”

Now temperament colder, I’m golden and centered

And the ones who dismissed me asking for credentials

Back when they laughed at the passion I mentioned

Said it was “Phases” and “Lack of direction”

Now I’m the standard they stackin’ against, and

They benchmark my methods to measure progression

Golden one shit, I'mma star young nigga, I'mma shine on everybody i don't een care

All of these lame ass niggas be using the same damn flow, that shit boring my ear

And if you don't fuck with me, i don't care, 'cause yo money don't stack up the stairs

Niggas in my DMs saying I'm fake, 'cause I unfollow people all year