YKTV Lyrics – Nas
Oh, yeah, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to say all that
I should’ve opened with a reading of the scripture from the Book of Popoff
Every time I pop out, it pop off
YKTV got the top off
Private estate, I’m a mob boss
Every time I pop out, it pop off
YKTV
God’s Son, they call me Son, ain’t no son’in me
Ran a hundred M’s, ***, I’m running things
Paper power *** that should come in threes
What you think I owe you somethin’ girl for ***’ me?
Imagine Little 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 ***
Oculus VR, that’s how I see ***
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 whoozy
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
Every time I pop out, it pop off
YKTV got the top off
Private estate, I’m a mob boss
Every time I pop out, it pop off
You wanted to talk ain’t no talkin’ it out
Huh, put it in your mouth, *** you talkin’ about
Every time they play this song she like this is my ***’
But I really wanna know do you love me and I
So 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 *** 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 ha
I copped the Avenny might top off ha
They not really A Boogie they just knockoffs ha
Big rock in these chains but it’s not yours ha
Been jackin Esco-bars like he Pablo ha
Put my tip inside of wolves like *** was hollow ha
My niggas innocent behind rules but they Ralo ha
And every time they pop off I pop out
Every time I pop out it pop off
YKTV got the top off
Private estate I’m a mob boss
Every time I pop out it pop off
Hey there I’m Peter Popoff and it’s about to pop off
Four hunnid
Hunnid deep in a club I’m a mob boss (Yeah)
Big Blood drip know it’s hot sauce (Oh)
Found a crib, got my side *** in a *** loft
Girls goin’ wild *** take your top off
Show no love ***
I’m in love with Saint Laurent (Saint Laurent)
The Louis Vuitton ain’t dropped yet but I got it on (Got it on)
I just made yo’ favorite singer come out her *** (Come out her ***)
I just ran a money play with Scooter Braun (Scooter Braun)
Drop a car note on yo’ head act stupid wit’ it
*** *** my jewels ain’t rented, the coupes ain’t rented
*** play them cards with no limit
Stars in the ceilin’
*** I work hard on the money I’m harvestin’ millions
I just put my name on the platinum you trappin’ and dealin’
Niggas, niggas say that they game but I’m actually in it
I’m Tom Brady in the field I make all the decisions (Yeah)
The video got shot up and I green lit it (Yeah)
Every time I pop out it pop off
YKTV got the top off
Private estate I’m a mob boss
Every time I pop out it pop off
YKTV
You know the vibes
QB to South side
North side, Far Rock, LeFrak, Brooklyn
Bronx, Harlem, Staten Island we outside
Highbridge to Compton, yeah