RIP POPE lyrics

[Intro]
(We in this—)
I just went pink with the pink cart, ha (We in this—)
I got, uh, whole lotta checks, ride around, feel like I'm him (We in this—, wi-with, gotta go in)
I'm in this b*tch with Baby Slime, on God (Gotta go in, gotta go in, Patrick, what?)

[Chorus]
I'm in this b*tch with Baby Slime (Let's go), he might slime your ass (What?)
I got big blicks, yeah, shawty gon' slime your ass, hold up (Slatt)
I just might slime your ass, hold up, I just might slime your ass, hold up
I just might slime your ass, hold up, I just might slime your ass (pus*y-ass n*gga)

[Verse 1]
I send a flight to Japan (Let's go)
I just rocked out a show, then I got me some yen (And what?)
I just f*cked on your ho, then went and f*cked on her friend (What?)
I was a bad-ass kid, I tried to smoke out the can (No cap, slatt)

[Refrain]
I take drugs to cope, yeah, R.I.P. Pope (Slatt)
I've been sippin' drank (Drank), yeah, pour me a four (Eugh)
I take drugs to cope, huh (What?), yeah, R.I.P. Pope (Let's go)
I take drugs to cope, hm (Slatt), yeah, R.I.P. Pope (What?)

[Verse 2]
Freebandz just like Pluto
Pop beans just like Puerco (Freebandz, Freebandz)
I'm finna be at Summer Smash, Chicago just like D. Rose (No cap)
I'm in L.A. right now, call my plug, yeah, that my migo
I'm in L.A. right now, I call my plug, yeah, that my migo (What?)
[Chorus]
I'm in this b*tch with Baby Slime (Let's go), he might slime your ass (Slatt)
I got big blicks, yeah, shawty gon' slime your ass, hold up (Slatt)
I just might slime your ass, hold up, I just might slime your ass, hold up
I just might slime your ass, hold up, I just might slime your ass (What? pus*y-ass n*gga, f*ck boy)

[Verse 3]
I've been poppin' sh*t, I'm talkin' overly (Okay)
Had to kick the cup, I'm talkin' 'bout, "f*ck codeine" (Okay)
I call all my brothers, they just follow my lead (Okay)
I'm so YSL, b*tch, I'm so slimey (Yeah)
sh*t, I gotta tint my ride (Yeah), I gotta tint my ride
Five percent on my motherf*ckin' ride (Say what?)
Say she work out, I'm like, "Shawty, I like your bod'"
Say she work out, I'm like, "Shawty, I like your bod'" (Okay, slatt)

[Refrain]
I take drugs to cope, yeah, R.I.P. Pope (What? What? Slatt)
I've been sippin' drank (Drank), yeah, pour me a four (Eugh)
I take drugs to cope, huh (What?), yeah, R.I.P. Pope (Let's go)
I take drugs to cope, hm (Slatt), yeah, R.I.P. Pope (What?)