Hey Pops Lyrics – NBA YoungBoy

[Intro: YoungBoy]
A1 Sauce, run it up, boy
D-Roc, D-Roc
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah
Give me a lighter
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah

[Chorus: YoungBoy]
Hey pops, are you proud of me?
Well, I don't care, 'cause man, I got a mansion and I got them racks, yeah
And I got a bad b!tch, and I got that bad b!tch
That's serving the long kind

[Verse: YoungBoy]
Two Gs, see me passing up the opportunities (So cool)
I can't believe they tried to ruin me
Hide in a penthouse, they can't see me
That sh!t gone change a person soul, do no leaning
...? call like Tunechi
Too much drip for all thesе n!ggas
I'm too sauced up on these womеn
A long time, 'cause this sh!t get serious
I'm focused on winning, I don't no business
Bags on packs, this sh!t get weary
Black my chain, and I black my earring
I got a stylist, styling me in all this sh!t, these ...?
Yeah, this jacket ...?
I done did my soul, they gone give it up
Everybody cut from racks since
I thank him that I got this mask on me (On me)
Flyest opp, I'm the flyest opp, so I mix my outfit with this Glock
Soon as I bring my clothes out, these n!gga, swear they jacking my style
Ain't gone turn these hoes now 'cause I got them on swag pic now
You took my Louie, b!tch, my bag back right now
I'm a fiend, feeling too good, I got that as* fat right now
It's like thirty thousand, b!tch, I kick the cut long and I kick it far
She kick up and keep talking, wouldn't be nowhere near wrong, I kick the b!tch out
My life been a carousal, gotta keep some hitters around for to knock 'em off

[Chorus: YoungBoy]
Hey pops, are you proud of me?
Well, I don't care, 'cause man, I got a mansion and I got them racks, yeah
And I got a bad b!tch, and I got that bad b!tch
That's serving the long kind