If The Music Don’t Pop

[Verse 1:]

None other, than the bread and butter
Got up in yo lady box, bro with no box cutter
We loosely call each other bro, but won't treat u like brothas
The fabric from which i'm cut, no love for a slut
For what? That's the wrong time to test yo luck
L-O always on his game, never slip, never slacking
Im bouta start giving out Oscars, cuz these niggas be acting
Niggas wanna ball now? Man you on some goofy shit
Niggas old as hell still looking for a starter kit
But ill never knock a hustle, build yo muscle, get out the struggle
Put a silencer on my grind, now my money subtle

[Hook:]

If my music don't pop, then fuck it/
Imma keep dropping this heat like Stеph drop buckets [repeat]

[Verse 2:]

That's prеsidential hustling, you ain't gotta know my moves
Take my own route, cuz I can't fill another nigga shoes
And you can't help a nigga who don't wanna help himself
You can't fuck with goofy hoes, cuz that's bad for your wealth
Can't be runnin round loose, cuz thats bad for your stealth
You ain't bout yo business, we gon find somebody else
Its bout the...... making, and stashing, investing and stacking
Im bout the....... coppin suits up at the top, im relaxing
She bouta...... let me ram once I hit her with macking
I got it...... because I understood the law of attraction
Give the whole nation the word, like TD JAKE
Make it shake, opposition rather see me quake

[Hook:]

If my music don't pop, then fuck it/
Imma keep dropping this heat like Steph drop buckets [repeat]