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Is This ALBUM OF THE YEAR?!? [Nas - King’s Disease II REVIEW]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nas
Nas
Vocals
A Boogie wit da Hoodie
A Boogie wit da Hoodie
Vocals
YG
YG
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nasir Jones
Nasir Jones
Songwriter
Chauncey Hollis, Jr.
Chauncey Hollis, Jr.
Songwriter
Dustin James Corbett
Dustin James Corbett
Songwriter
Keenon Jackson
Keenon Jackson
Songwriter
Artist Julius Dubose
Artist Julius Dubose
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hit-Boy
Hit-Boy
Producer
Mike Bozzi
Mike Bozzi
Mastering Engineer
David Kim
David Kim
Mixing Engineer
Marvin Delgado
Marvin Delgado
Assistant Engineer
Dustin James Corbett
Dustin James Corbett
Co-Producer
Alex Estevez
Alex Estevez
Engineer

Lyrics

[Chorus]
Every time I pop out, it pop off (Pop off)
YKTV got the top off (Top off)
Private estate, I'm a mob boss (Mob boss)
Every time I pop out, it pop off
YKTV
[Verse 1]
God's Son, they call me, "Son"
Ain't no sonnin' me
Ran a hundred M's, bitch, I'm running things
Paper, power, pussy, that should come in threes
What you think, I owe you somethin' girl, for fuckin' me?
Imagine Lil Uzi on a Preemo beat
Imagine N-A-S on a Migo beat
Hip Hop culture, Henny on coasters
Watching hundred inch screens, see who sittin' with Oprah
Black Phantoms, women comin' in tandems
Bags are Lanvin, she prayin' she don't get abandoned
Bag big from layin' these ad-libs
My photo the Jordan logo for this rap shit
Oculus VR, that's how I see shit
I can't let you drive the boat if you get seasick
Draped in all red, she thought I was Whoopty
4 a.m. still goin', I'm not even woozy
Let your friends catch a ride, whip only got two seats
Slip N Side through Miami, she got on a two piece
I'm on her body, she a homebody
Hope them killers don't catch no bodies
[Chorus]
Every time I pop out, it pop off (Pop off)
YKTV got the top off (Top off)
Private estate, I'm a mob boss (Mob boss)
Every time I pop out, it pop off
[Verse 2]
You wanted to talk, ain't no talkin' it out
Huh, put it in your mouth, fuck you talkin' about
Every time they play this song she like, "This is my shit"
But I really wanna know, do you love me or not?
So say my name and when you say it, baby call me Artist
Don't be afraid to ride my wave, ma, it's a tsunami
And when I wasn't gettin' paid, them bitches wasn't on me
And you can tell I got my weight up, just look at the car key
A bunch of Givenchy, look
I pop off, huh
I copped the Avenny, might top off, huh
They not really A Boogie they just knockoffs, huh
Big rock in these chains but it's not yours, huh
Been jackin' Esco Bars like he Pablo, huh
Put my tip inside of wolves like she was hollow, huh
My **** innocent behind walls, like they Ralo, huh
And every time they pop off I pop out
[Chorus]
And every time I pop out, it pop off (Huh, pop off)
YKTV got the top off (Top off, huh)
Private estate, I'm a mob boss (Mob boss)
Every time I pop out, it pop off
[Verse 3]
4Hunnid
Hunnid deep in a club, I'm a mob boss (Yeah)
Big Blood drip, you know it's hot sauce
Found a crib, got my side bitch in a high loft
Girls goin' wild, bitch, take your top off (Bitch)
Show no love, bitch
I'm in love with Saint Laurent (Saint Laurent)
This Louis Vuitton ain't dropped yet, but I got it on (Got it on)
I just made yo' favorite singer come out her thong (Come out her thong)
I just ran a money play with Scooter Braun
Drop a car note on yo' head, act stupid wit' it
Bitch, bitch my jewels ain't rented, the coupes ain't rented
Bitch, play them cards with no limits
Stars in the ceilin'
Bitch, I work hard on the money I'm harvestin' millions
I just put my name on the pack, now we trappin' and dealin'
****, **** say that they game, but I'm actually in it (Yeah, yeah)
I'm Tom Brady in the field, I make all the decisions
Yeah, the video got shot up and I green lit it
[Chorus]
Yeah, every time I pop out, it pop off (4Hunnid)
YKTV got the top off (Top off)
Private estate, I'm a mob boss (Mob boss)
Every time I pop out, it pop off
YKTV
[Verse 4]
You know the vibes
QB to Southside
Northside, Far Rock, LeFrak, Brooklyn
Bronx, Harlem, Staten Island, we outside
Highbridge to Compton, yeah
Written by: Artist Julius Dubose, Chauncey Hollis, Jr., Dustin James Corbett, Keenon Jackson, Nasir Jones
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