Bop 2 It

Aye Bop to it I put the bop to it Head knock to it G-G-G-therz Once I start, I’m gone, nothing’s gonna slow me And I don’t play around like I’m super O.P. I just keep coming up, nobody’s gonna catch up now Matter of fact, mic check, one-two, check this out It’s the point of no return And the only option is turning it up Gimme a beat and a mic, you’ll see what it’s like When I have it burn into dust (Yeah) I pave my own lane Not here for whack trash from imitators I’m not an O.G. but you better know me The jazz trap originator (Get ‘em) Bitch I can rap at a speed that is past an extreme This the track where I meet (Huh) If you tried to outrun me, well that is now funny 'Cause you’ll just end up snapping ya knees (Uh) This what I call a dash in the breeze (Uh) Taken at the pace of some bebop (Yeah) F*ck the lamer shit he got I can make harder hits like the bass when the beat drop Speeding motherfucker like sniffing cocaine Suckers are jealous, they’re living so lame When I blaze the beat, you couldn’t take the heat (Uh) Even when I’m lazily spitting dope flames And I put the pen to paper with a passion Pushing with the pride, I’m that Pinoy (Hoy) I’m an AK-47 on an instrumental So look motherfucker the gat’s deployed So when I come in to hop on to rhyme (Yeah) There is no way that you’re stopping my shine (Yeah) Not even closer to on the decline And I’m getting better but not at my prime If you’re thinking right now that Imma put the mic down (Yeah) Fucking dumb ass, I couldn’t stop music This is not a second swing with it Are you thinking bitch I put the bop to it Once I start, I’m gone, nothing’s gonna slow me And I don’t play around like I’m super O.P. I just keep climbing up, nobody’s coming close, b Matter of fact, King Kong ain’t got nothing on me I put the bop to it, yes nod to it (Huh) ‘Till you’ve gone stupid (Huh), head knock to it (Uh) So just bop to it (Aye), yeah bop to it (Aye) ‘Till you’ve gone stupid (Aye), head knock to it (Aye) Not an average motherfucker you have heard How I’m spewing words, I’m the coolest nerd (Yeah) You think I’m so cocky, I’m not a nobody 'Cause you can find me in a Google search (Yeah) Imma be switching it up and not giving a f*ck That’s how I happen to be (Aye) Call me the number one, after I’m sonning ya You’re still a bastard to me (Damn) The way I go with the flow I’d be connected like the ‘Del to the ocean (Wavy) I’ve never been garbage for years If you think I am, what the hell are ya smokin’ I ride on the beat so immaculate So Imma slide in to assert my dominance (Yeah) You think you’re slick with the syllables But you can’t topple me with your work incompetent (Uh) I’m a fat motherfucker But at least I can sneak in at ease like an espionage (Ha) And I’m making a score like the Fugees Doesn’t matter if you’re ready or not (Uh) You better smarten it up I go hard on a cut like a stab from a clever (Yeah) I can see why they don’t ask me to rap on a feature 'Cause Imma beat the beat to the bone ‘till it’s back to its skeleton For no other reason, I do that for the helluvit (Yeah) I actually find it rarity to find someone else That can rap with this etiquette (Damn) So remember this white Filipino (Hoy) Stubborn as f*ck that rhymes with an ego (Uh) I am the motherfucking G to the Therz Fly all the time like I ride with an eagle Once I start, I’m gone, nothing’s gonna slow me And I don’t play around like I’m super O.P. I just keep climbing up, nobody’s coming close, b Matter of fact, King Kong ain’t got nothing on me I put the bop to it, yes nod to it (Huh) ‘Till you’ve gone stupid (Huh), head knock to it (Uh) So just bop to it (Aye), yeah bop to it (Aye) ‘Till you’ve gone stupid (Aye), head knock to it (Aye) Before I ever take off, I’m ready for launch Right now I’ll rap at a slower speed (Yeet) Sorry to say, but I’m hardly at pace Saying it’s too fast is a joke to me (Ooh) Many of these squares need talent 'Cause now in this game I feel barely challenged (Yeah) Finna spaz on the track, going fast in a flash Like I’m Barry Allen (Speed it up) Every time I’m coming through with my chopping ability I got nobody coming close to topping me lyrically Like I packed in a battery, but you’re lacking capacity To take in this charge that finna be shocking the industry Within half of the time, I could pack in the rhymes Keeping it rapid and tight, ya couldn’t master this mind And I’m back on the mic, so it is happening twice And so I’m cutting right through like I’m slashing the price (Damn) All that I’m doing, from bars to producing I am just testing my limits (Yeah) As much as I try, haters gonna deny But this here was never a gimmick (Yeah) So when I’m set in to busting, you better get running Don’t care if I come in too wild (Huh) And I’m chopping it, rocking it Yet it’s been nothing, so what are you gonna do now? I can never leave when I start to proceed with the bars (Huh) As long as I got a beat in my heart (Yeah) Add in the factor, I’m a rapper with asthma Motherfucker it’s surprising I am breathing at all (Huh) I never could rest, got an S on my chest (Yeah) Flying right through with the bars to bring it (Huh) Right on this hard bop, making the art hot I’ll have ladies moanin’ like I’m Charles Mingus Once I start, I’m gone, nothing’s gonna slow me And I don’t play around like I’m super O.P. I just keep climbing up, nobody’s coming close, b Matter of fact, King Kong ain’t got nothing on me I put the bop to it, yes nod to it (Huh) ‘Till you’ve gone stupid (Huh), head knock to it (Uh) So just bop to it (Aye), yeah bop to it (Aye) ‘Till you’ve gone stupid (Aye), head knock to it (Aye) Woah now, that’s how it go down Ain’t a way there’d be a second where I slow down (Slow down) Yo now, out of control now Nobody like me, passing light speed, running so wild (So wild) Bop to this