ITS NOT POPPIN CHALLENGE I JUST LIKE THE BEAT

Lyrics:
stop it 
bop it 
drop it 
lock it 
chop it 
got it 
not hit 
profit
got hit but i got up	 and i knocked him
punch him in the chest so now he got blocked wind

see me in 20 years with my mini me yeah
iced out with my jewellery yeah
piss off ay let me be yeah
got out my depression god let me free yeah

god let me free yeah he let me out 
you got a doubt go and check my fucking bank account
so many zeros cant count an amount
chasing bands in a big field like mason mount

let me send you a message while youre on your pensions
your problems may i just mention are caused by pretensions 
we thinking in a different speed in different dimensions
cos if twitter was real life you wouldnt be in my mentions

fuck you bitch your new bitch a hoe
400 pounds thats my ex bitch she gross
she prolly got mouldy shit    up in her toes
she a troll she a gross you should just use your nose
oh wait your an edater. your ego so big need A3 paper
no money insults you cheap hater 
but stomach so wide like the equator

fuck these bitches im back on my shit
pow pow pow i empty a clip
hopping on cs oh boy i hit a clip
hitting the bljs while she suck on my stick
dont step to me you pretentous prick
you say im a gaslighter you hypocrite
i love how you still reply to my tweets
just so i know youve seen my shit


memorise this shit like a spray pattern
im shooting my shots but i dont play madden
watch they money drop watch they pay sadden
if your girl sat on you you would be flattened
flattened like an oreo
"please stop being mean" im sorry hoe
sorry hoe but thats unsorry no
sorry to leave you on a sour note

one song