Lyrics YKTV (feat. A Boogie Wit da Hoodie & YG) - Nas , A Boogie wit da Hoodie , YG

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
4:00 a.m. still goin' I'm not even whoozy
Let your friends catch a ride whip only got two seats
Slip N Side thru 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 my name and when you say it baby call me Artist
Don't be afraid to ride my wave, ma, it's a 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 might 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 of wolves like shit was hollow, huh
My niggas innocent behind rules but they Ralo, huh
And every time they pop off, I pop out

And 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

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

Hunnid deep in a club, I'm a mob boss (yeah)
Big Blood drip, know it's hot sauce (ooh)
Found a 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)
The Louis Vuitton ain't dropped yet but I 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 game, 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 green lit 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