Bipolar lyrics

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

[Verse]
My b*tch, she a dog, I tell her to sit
When that lil' b*tch misbehave, I tell her to sit (Ayy, sit)
She got that pigeon walk, sit her like like a pig (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Ayy, Wopster keep a blick, shoot one eye open like Slick Rick (Ayy, pew, blat)
Ayy, I came up from sh*t, now I wear thousand dollar kicks (Racks)
Ayy, b*tch, I’m rockin' Raf, b*tch, I'm rockin’ Rick (Ayy, Owens)
Ayy, what I spent today, could've paid you rent (Ayy, ayy, yeah)
My pockets full of blues, your pockets full of lint (Ayy)
Hop up in the Lamb' and now I'm racin' in this b*tch
Please don't call Lil Wop no rapper, too much fakin' in this sh*t (Ayy, ah)
Glizzy get to poppin', sound like bacon in this b*tch (Yeah)
And I made your b*tch a worker, her wrist achin’ in this b*tch (Ayy, b*tch)
Gelato got me high as hell, I’m spacin' in this b*tch (Yeah)
Fakin’ in this b*tch, hot like Satan in this b*tch (Ayy)
I'ma go and get it, I ain't waitin' for that sh*t (Nah)
No debatin’ for that sh*t, load a K for that sh*t (Yeah, ayy)
Stick up out the window, hit a n*gga, just like Rick (Pew-pew-pew, ugh)
I ain't got to call nobody, all my n*ggas with it (Ayy, yeah)
Had to take the OG down, that n*ggas tried to trick it (Yeah)
I sleep with one eye open, everybody tryna get me (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Ayy, pop him like a willy, that n*gga was silly (Ayy, yeah)
Ayy, if you shootin' at the Wop, make sure that you kill me (Ayy, b*tch)
Pint of blood inside my pocket, like my soda filthy (Filth)
For them f*ck n*ggas who like to plot of slimy, come and get me (Ayy, lil' whores)
Ayy, stick up out the window, hit a n*gga, just like Ricky (Yeah)
Stick up out the window, hit a n*gga, just like Ricky (Ayy, lil' whore)
Stick up out the window, hit a n*gga, just like Ricky (Yeah)
Stick up out the window, hit a n*gga, just like Ricky (Ayy, lil' b*tch, lil' whore)