Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pop Boy, artist - Stormzy. Date of issue: 12.12.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Pop Boy |
| Yeah |
| And it’s like |
| Yo |
| Your boy’s too hot, put a fan on |
| I am never under pressure, man, it’s pressure that I stand on |
| I’m not the bruddah you can go and put your hand on |
| I’m just cooking up some flavour then I mix it like I’m Alan |
| A bit of strength and a little bit of core |
| Cah they had my little brother drenched, dripping in Dior |
| Long time I was kipping on the floor |
| Me and Twin B, we the new Jigga and Dior |
| Flex on 'em, they talking my name then backslide |
| I ain’t even spitting no more, I rap glide |
| Pree you tryna jump on my boat, it capsize |
| Coming like I’m one of the GOATs, I’m that nice |
| So it’s old flows, new flows, goals go, do blows |
| Now I’m on the road doing shows for some euros |
| Asking how I done it, man, I did it by the grace |
| Hashtag Merky, that’s a pillar of my faith |
| Old nightmare, coming for the crown, man I’m coming there |
| Hi there, welcome to my town, yeah, I run it here |
| Been the top boy for a couple summers here |
| And I’m popping like the Kente that my mama wears, yeah |
| So quit running out your mouth |
| Real bloody niggas coming out the South |
| So no, I am not the one, man, I just drop for fun |
| Still got a lot to come, 'fraid you forgot the drums, wait |
| Ay, in my city I’m the top boy |
| And I didn’t even have to be in Top Boy |
| If you’re asking what I done then it’s a lot, boy |
| You rap meeks make me wanna be a pop boy |
| Ay, in my city I’m the top boy |
| Mummy always told me give 'em what you got, boy |
| On a mission so they wishing that I flop, boy |
| But I’ll never stop popping, I’m the pop boy |
| Yeah, yeah, your boy’s too cold, put the heat on |
| I ain’t ever under pressure, man, it’s pressure that I feed on |
| Money movements and shellers, that what my team on |
| I got techers, you know it’s getting peppered if it’s got me on |
| Stunting for the 'Gram, I don’t risk it for a like |
| Take a second, fam, and have a think about your life |
| Stop moving so fast, you gotta chill and take your time |
| You ain’t thought about it right if you don’t think about it twice |
| What boy’s chatting to me like a top boy? |
| Bro, I pop bottles and bitches, I never pop toys |
| Manny way, couple block boys and some hot boys |
| Stood up on the block, boy, finna drop the top, boy |
| You hate me and ain’t a fan of you |
| Seen what I done in a year, imagine two? |
| Young Aitch, I’m going clear and coming through |
| Quick to switch place, upping a gear and bun a zute like |
| Flex on 'em, bust a little move for the boomerang |
| Everybody’s sitting and watching me while I do my dance |
| Trust me this ain’t nothing new to gang |
| Make it by the load, don’t have a clue how much juice I drank |
| Grab a bag when I stack, not a rack |
| Rack a track, want a plaque, not a whack |
| Bag of gash tryna chat but it’s cap |
| Get me mad, you ain’t bad, man, it’s sad |
| Ay, in my city I’m the top boy |
| And I didn’t even have to be in Top Boy |
| If you’re asking what I done then it’s a lot, boy |
| You rap meeks make me wanna be a pop boy |
| Ay, in my city I’m the top boy |
| Mummy always told me give 'em what you got, boy |
| On a mission so they wishing that I flop, boy |
| But I’ll never stop popping, I’m the pop boy |