Letra de YKTV - Nas

(Feat. YG, A Boogie wit da Hoodie)

Oh, yeah, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say all that

I should've opened with a reading of the scripture

From the Book of Popoff (Hit-Boy)

Every time I pop out, it pop off (Pop off)

YKTV, got the top off (Top off)

Private estate, I'm a mob boss (Mob boss)

Every time I pop out, it pop off (YKTV)

God's Son, they call me Son, ain't no sonnin' me

Ran a hundred M's, bitch, I'm running things

Paper, power, pussy, that should come in threes

What you think, I owe you somethin' girl for fuckin' me?

Imagine Lil Uzi on a Preemo beat

Imagine N-A-S on a Migo beat

Hip-hop culture, Henny on coasters

Watching hundred inch screens, see who sittin' with Oprah

Black Phantoms, women comin' in tandems

Bags are Lanvin, she prayin' she don't get abandoned

Bag big from layin' these ad-libs

My photo the Jordan logo for this rap shit

Oculus VR, that's how I see shit

I can't let you drive the boat if you get seasick

Draped in all red, she thought I was Whoopty

4 A.M., still goin', I'm not even whoozy

Let your friends catch a ride, whip only got two seats

Slip and slide through Miami, she got on a two-piece

I'm on her body, she a homebody

Hope them killers don't catch no bodies

Every time I pop out, it pop off (Pop off)

YKTV, got the top off (Top off)

Private estate, I'm a mob boss (Mob boss)

Every time I pop out, it pop off

You wanted to talk, ain't no talkin' it out, huh

Put it in your mouth, fuck you talkin' about?

Every time they play this song, she like, "This is my shit"

But I really wanna know, do you love me or not?

So say my name and when you say it, baby, call me Artist

Don't be afraid to ride my wave, ma, wrist on tsunami

And when I wasn't gettin' paid, them bitches wasn't on me

And you can tell I got my weight up, just look at the car key

A bunch of Givenchy, look, I pop off, huh

I copped the Avenny, my top off, huh

They not really A Boogie, they just knockoffs, huh

Big rock in these chains, but it's not yours, huh

Been jackin' Esco' bars like he Pablo, huh

Put my tip inside her walls like she was hollow, huh

My niggas innocent behind the walls like they Ralo, huh

And every time they pop off, I pop out

And every time I pop out, it pop off (Huh, pop off)

YKTV, got the top off (Huh, top off)

Private estate, I'm a mob boss (Mob boss)

Every time I pop out, it pop off

Hey there, I'm Peter Popoff and it's about to pop off (4Hunnid!)

Hunnid deep in the club, I'm a mob boss (Yeah)

Big Blood drip, you know it's hot sauce (Ooh)

Family crib, got my side bitch in a high loft (Ha)

Girls goin' wild, bitch, take your top off (Bitch)

Show no love bitch, I'm in love with Saint Laurent (Saint Laurent)

This Louis Vuitton ain't dropped yet but I got it on (Got it on)

I just made yo' favorite singer come out her thong (Come out her thong)

I just ran a money play with Scooter Braun (Scooter Braun)

Drop a car note on yo' head, act stupid with it

Bitch, bitch, my jewels ain't rented, the coupes ain't rented

Bitch, play them cards with no limit, stars in the ceilin'

Bitch, I want all of the money, I'm harvestin' millions

I just put my name on the pack now we trappin' and dealin'

Niggas, niggas say that they gang but I'm actually in it (Yeah, yeah)

I'm Tom Brady in the field, I make all the decisions (Yeah)

The video got shot up and I greenlit it (Yeah)

Every time I pop out, it pop off (4Hunnid! Pop off)

YKTV, got the top off (Top off)

Private estate, I'm a mob boss (Mob boss)

Every time I pop out, it pop off (YKTV)

You know the vibes, QB to Southside

Northside, Far Rock, LeFrak, Brooklyn

Bronx, Harlem, Staten Island we outside

Highbridge to Compton, yeah

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