Brr, aye, aye, yeah
Brr, brr, aye, yeah
Yeah, aye, aye, aye
Aye, aye, aye, aye
Aye!
She wanna talk, I’m not a talker
I ju' pop pills I’m not a doctor
She’s someone’s daughter I’m not the father
I’m like her father she do what I taught her (Oh yeah, aye)
I’mma pill popper
Suburban house robber (Oh yeah, aye)
In my Louis joggers
Where my waistband hold my chopper
Gxx+Pill Pxpper+Pill Pxpper+I got two d**ks in my size 30 pant
One has a clip that hold 30 won’t jam (Woo)
Gxx+Pill Pxpper+Pill Pxpper+One in yo’ b***h and like 30 my fan
I got 30 these bands you could earn on the van (Oh yeah, aye)
Gxx+Pill Pxpper+Pill Pxpper+****, I earned my advanc
I spend as much as I want on these pants (Yeah)
I give a **** who don’t **** with the
Cause hoes **** with the man, *****, what’s up, I’m the man
Aye, may please have this dance (Yeah)
Will you please take my hand (Yeah)
Will you please take a chance
Gxx+Pill Pxpper+Pill Pxpper+On a b***h like me I’m not asking again (Oh yeah, aye
Can I meet all yo’ friends, uh
Can we pop all these xans, uh
Like we’re kids all again
Ain’t no talking to him, baby, take off your pants, uh
She wanna talk, I’m not a talker
I ju' pop pills I’m not a doctor
She’s someone’s daughter I’m not the father
I’m like her father she do what I taught her (Oh yeah, aye)
I’mma pill popper
Suburban house robber (Oh yeah, aye)
In my Louis joggers
Where my waistband hold my chopper
Brr
Oh yeah, aye