Lyrics Now and Laters - Aqualeo

Now and Laters

Pop up on it
Pop up on it
Uh
Pop up on the, pop up on the, pop up on the scene
Rolling, looking clean in something you never seen
Cops roll by, you don’t wanna be seen.
So you lean like Now and Laters in promethazine
Pop up on the, pop up on the, pop up on the scene
Baby looking mean, ass bouncing off her spleen
Tryna peep her out but you don’t wanna be seen.
So you lean like Now and Laters in promethazine
I just can’t fuck with these bitches and niggas too are emotional, oh
All I do is count up these digits and put my life on cruise control, oh
I just can’t fuck with these bitches and niggas too are emotional, oh
All I do is count up these digits and put my life on cruise control, oh
Figured out that the cloth that I’m cut from only tailors my own flesh
Meaning my kind is extinct, I’ve created my own fresh
See, you had to put a respirator up to your own chest.
Cause a nigga’ll leave you dead, see, these niggas are on quests
The Oak Cliff blood in me got me serving cats that are dumpster
Sprinkle some Tre-Ward on top then you get a monster
Playing tough guy, that’s why he leaking and lungs are punctured
Be Deebo all you want but I promise them guns’ll punk ya
Don’t know what’s worse, hoe niggas or these conniving chicks
She love me or just fuckin with me cause I drive a 6?
Boys don’t know if they wanna hate or keep riding dick
First you knocking ol buddy and now that’s who you vibing with?
Weak nigga genes got’em spilling beans and on nicotine
You triple beam and you deal to fiends just to kill a king?
Gotta build a team that’ll guillotine niggas killing teens
Puff the realest green and on the illest lean to fulfill your dreams
Get out your feelings, queen, Mike done told me bout Billie Jean
Cause your ass fills them jeans, you half Black and half Philippine don’t mean
a thing
Your looks won’t make my account double
Find myself lonely cause with these phonies I’ve found trouble and I just can’t…
I just can’t fuck with these bitches and niggas too are emotional, oh
All I do is count up these digits and put my life on cruise control, oh
I just can’t fuck with these bitches and niggas too are emotional, oh
All I do is count up these digits and put my life on cruise control, oh
Better to pop up when your stock’s up than flop and watch your stock drop
Cause when you pull up top notch you’ll be shocked how all these thots bop
You’ll see how quick these niggas hate cause your taste differs,
your figures straight
Your plates bigger, their face bitter cause your date glimmers with a thinner
shape
You got thicker paint, thicker skin sipping liquor Henn'
You twisted up, getting blitzed as fuck cause fixed to fuck a bitch with her
friend
What a time to be living in when you can pimp a pen.
To get dividends to sit in a Benz behind tinted lens with the slimmest rims
But you gotta watch out for opinions of women, men.
Too feminine to be genuine with blemished skin and the grimmest chins
All they do is talk about all the sin you in
Switch when you’re in, act different then and try and befriend you if you win
LeBron James, I just block lames
Swim in star dames, inject intellect in their art frames
Can’t begin to reflect these lost minds in this dark age
I just continue to shine while they hate and throw off shade
I just can’t fuck with these bitches and niggas too are emotional, oh
All I do is count up these digits and put my life on cruise control, oh
I just can’t fuck with these bitches and niggas too are emotional, oh
All I do is count up these digits and put my life on cruise control, oh
Pop up on the, pop up on the, pop up on the scene
Rolling, looking clean in something you never seen
Cops roll by, you don’t wanna be seen.
So you lean like Now and Laters in promethazine
Pop up on the, pop up on the, pop up on the scene
Baby looking mean, ass bouncing off her spleen
Tryna peep her out but you don’t wanna be seen.
So you lean like Now and Laters in promethazine