This is a song about "Ot bop"

I'mma make your heads bop until your veins pop

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Beep boop bop im a robot girlfriends flowbot this aint co op single fuckin shooter

When i'm on it, on it like my job

Bout that green like baby bop

And the game ot, there’s no end in sight

Tonights gonna be a fuckin' fight

Bout that green like baby bop

I fucking hate this job

In your gold pot addin' extra sauce because

Like beep boop beep bop these rhyme can get yo girl off

They said im guilty, i ain't get the chance to say im not

From any angle, you can't handle my diddy bop/

You gotta look at reality, understand that shit so you don't get caught

Our songs makes heads pop, an nans ganster bop, limp walking round like they just got shot,