Bipolar

Ayy, yeah
 Info the Producer
 Ayy, ayy (Ayy)
 My bitch, she a dog, I tell her to sit
 When that lil' bitch misbehave, I tell her to sit (Ayy)
 She got that pigeon walk, sit her like like a pig
 Ayy, Wopster keep a blick, shoot one eye open like Slick Rick
 Ayy, I came up from shit, now I wear thousand dollar kicks (Racks)
 Ayy, bitch, I'm rockin' Raf, bitch, I'm rockin' Rick
 Ayy, what I spent today, could've paid you rent
 My pockets full of blues, your pockets full of lint
 Hop up in the lamb and now I'm racin' in this bitch
 Please don't call Lil Wop no rapper, too much fakin' in this shit
 Glizzy get to poppin' sound like bacon in this bitch
 And I made your bitch a worker, her wrist achin' in this bitch
 Gelato got me high as hell, on space and in this bitch
 Fakin' in this bitch, hot like Satan in this bitch
 I'ma go and get it, I ain't waitin' for that shit
 No debatin' for that shit, load a K for that shit
 Stick up out the window, hit a nigga, just like Rick
 I ain't got to call nobody, all my niggas with it
 Had to take the OG down and niggas tried to trick it
 I sleep with one eye open, everybody tryna get me
 Pop 'em like a willy, that nigga was silly
 Ayy, if you shootin' at the Wop, make sure that you kill me
 Pint of blood inside my pocket, like my soda filthy
 For them fuck niggas who like to plot of slimey, come and get me
 Ayy, stick up out the window, hit a nigga, just like Ricky
 Stick up out the window, hit a nigga, just like Ricky
 Stick up out the window, hit a nigga, just like Ricky
 Stick up out the window, hit a nigga, just like Ricky