Lil Wop – Bipolar lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, yeah
Info the Producer
Ayy, ayy (Ayy)

[Verse]
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, shootout I 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, all these niggas 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