Pop Boy (feat. Aitch)
Yeah
And it's like
Yo
Your boy's too hot, put a fan on
I am never under pressure, man, it's pressure that I stand on
I'm not the bruddah you can go and put your hand on
I'm just cooking up some flavour then I mix it like I'm Manon
A bit of strength and a little bit of core
Could've had my little brother drenched, drippin' in Dior
Long time I was kipping on the floor
Me and Twin B, we the new Jigga and Dior
Flex on 'em, they talking my name then backslide
I ain't even spitting no more, I rap glide
Pree you tryna jump on my boat, it capsize
Coming like I'm one of the GOATs, I'm that nice
So it's old flows, new flows, rose gold Hublots
Now I'm on the road doing shows for some Euros
Asking how I done it, man, I did it by the grace
Hashtag Merky, that's a pillar of my faith
Oh, nightmare, coming for the crown, man I'm coming there
Hi there, welcome to my town, yeah, I run it here
Been the top boy for a couple summers here
And I'm popping like the kente that my mama wears, yeah
So quit running out your mouth
Real gully niggas coming out the south
So no, I am not the one, man, I just drop for fun
Still got a lot to come, Fred, you forgot the drums, wait there
Ayy, in my city, I'm the top boy
And I didn't even have to be on Top Boy
If you're asking what I done then it's a lot, boy
You rap neeks make me wanna be a pop boy
Ayy, in my city I'm the top boy
Mummy always told me, "Give 'em what you got, boy"
On a mission so they wishing that I flop, boy
But I'll never stop popping, I'm the pop boy
Yeah, your boy's too cold, put the heat on
I ain't ever under pressure, man, it's pressure that I feed on
Money movements and shellers, that what my team on
I got tekkers, you know it's getting peppered if it's got me on
Stunting for the 'Gram, I don't risk it for a like
Fall back a second, fam, and have a think about your life
Stop moving so fast, you gotta chill and take your time
You ain't thought about it right if you don't think about it twice
What boy's chatting to me like a top boy?
Bro, I pop bottles and bitches, I never pop toys
Manny way, couple block boys and some hot boys
Pull up on the block, boy, finna drop the top, boy
You hate me and I ain't a fan of you (nope)
See what I've done in a year, imagine two (ayy, ayy)
Young Aitch, I'm going clear and coming through
Quick to switch place, upping a gear and bun a zoot like
Flex on 'em, bust a little move for the boomerang
Everybody's sitting and watching me while I do my dance
Trust me this ain't nothing new to gang
Liquor by the load, don't have a clue how much juice I drank
Grab a bag when I stack, not a rack
Rack a track, want a plaque, not a whack
Bag of gash, tryna chat but it's cap
Get me mad, you ain't bad, man, it's sad
Ayy, in my city, I'm the top boy
And I didn't even have to be on Top Boy
If you're asking what I done then it's a lot, boy
You rap neeks make me wanna be a pop boy
Ayy, in my city I'm the top boy
Mummy always told me, "Give 'em what you got, boy"
On a mission so they wishing that I flop, boy
But I'll never stop popping, I'm the pop boy
And it's like
Yo
Your boy's too hot, put a fan on
I am never under pressure, man, it's pressure that I stand on
I'm not the bruddah you can go and put your hand on
I'm just cooking up some flavour then I mix it like I'm Manon
A bit of strength and a little bit of core
Could've had my little brother drenched, drippin' in Dior
Long time I was kipping on the floor
Me and Twin B, we the new Jigga and Dior
Flex on 'em, they talking my name then backslide
I ain't even spitting no more, I rap glide
Pree you tryna jump on my boat, it capsize
Coming like I'm one of the GOATs, I'm that nice
So it's old flows, new flows, rose gold Hublots
Now I'm on the road doing shows for some Euros
Asking how I done it, man, I did it by the grace
Hashtag Merky, that's a pillar of my faith
Oh, nightmare, coming for the crown, man I'm coming there
Hi there, welcome to my town, yeah, I run it here
Been the top boy for a couple summers here
And I'm popping like the kente that my mama wears, yeah
So quit running out your mouth
Real gully niggas coming out the south
So no, I am not the one, man, I just drop for fun
Still got a lot to come, Fred, you forgot the drums, wait there
Ayy, in my city, I'm the top boy
And I didn't even have to be on Top Boy
If you're asking what I done then it's a lot, boy
You rap neeks make me wanna be a pop boy
Ayy, in my city I'm the top boy
Mummy always told me, "Give 'em what you got, boy"
On a mission so they wishing that I flop, boy
But I'll never stop popping, I'm the pop boy
Yeah, your boy's too cold, put the heat on
I ain't ever under pressure, man, it's pressure that I feed on
Money movements and shellers, that what my team on
I got tekkers, you know it's getting peppered if it's got me on
Stunting for the 'Gram, I don't risk it for a like
Fall back a second, fam, and have a think about your life
Stop moving so fast, you gotta chill and take your time
You ain't thought about it right if you don't think about it twice
What boy's chatting to me like a top boy?
Bro, I pop bottles and bitches, I never pop toys
Manny way, couple block boys and some hot boys
Pull up on the block, boy, finna drop the top, boy
You hate me and I ain't a fan of you (nope)
See what I've done in a year, imagine two (ayy, ayy)
Young Aitch, I'm going clear and coming through
Quick to switch place, upping a gear and bun a zoot like
Flex on 'em, bust a little move for the boomerang
Everybody's sitting and watching me while I do my dance
Trust me this ain't nothing new to gang
Liquor by the load, don't have a clue how much juice I drank
Grab a bag when I stack, not a rack
Rack a track, want a plaque, not a whack
Bag of gash, tryna chat but it's cap
Get me mad, you ain't bad, man, it's sad
Ayy, in my city, I'm the top boy
And I didn't even have to be on Top Boy
If you're asking what I done then it's a lot, boy
You rap neeks make me wanna be a pop boy
Ayy, in my city I'm the top boy
Mummy always told me, "Give 'em what you got, boy"
On a mission so they wishing that I flop, boy
But I'll never stop popping, I'm the pop boy
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Ebenazer Kwadjo Omari Owuo Junior, Thomas Mackenzie Bell, Fred, Harrison James Armstrong
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