G-therz - Bop 2 It Lyrics

Aye
Bop to it
I put the bop to it
Head knock to it
G-G-G-therz
Once I start, I’m gone, nothing’s gonna slow me
And I don’t play around like I’m super O.P.
I just keep coming up, nobody’s gonna catch up now
Matter of fact, mic check, one-two, check this out
It’s the point of no return
And the only option is turning it up
Gimme a beat and a mic, you’ll see what it’s like
When I have it burn into dust (Yeah)
I pave my own lane
Not here for whack trash from imitators
I’m not an O.G. but you better know me
The jazz trap originator (Get ‘em)
Bitch I can rap at a speed that is past an extreme
This the track where I meet (Huh)
If you tried to outrun me, well that is now funny
'Cause you’ll just end up snapping ya knees (Uh)
This what I call a dash in the breeze (Uh)
Taken at the pace of some bebop (Yeah)
Fuck the lamer shit he got
I can make harder hits like the bass when the beat drop
Speeding motherfucker like sniffing cocaine
Suckers are jealous, they’re living so lame
When I blaze the beat, you couldn’t take the heat (Uh)
Even when I’m lazily spitting dope flames
And I put the pen to paper with a passion
Pushing with the pride, I’m that Pinoy (Hoy)
I’m an AK-47 on an instrumental
So look motherfucker the gat’s deployed
So when I come in to hop on to rhyme (Yeah)
There is no way that you’re stopping my shine (Yeah)
Not even closer to on the decline
And I’m getting better but not at my prime
If you’re thinking right now that Imma put the mic down (Yeah)
Fucking dumb ass, I couldn’t stop music
This is not a second swing with it
Are you thinking bitch
I put the bop to it
Once I start, I’m gone, nothing’s gonna slow me
And I don’t play around like I’m super O.P.
I just keep climbing up, nobody’s coming close, b
Matter of fact, King Kong ain’t got nothing on me
I put the bop to it, yes nod to it (Huh)
‘Till you’ve gone stupid (Huh), head knock to it (Uh)
So just bop to it (Aye), yeah bop to it (Aye)
‘Till you’ve gone stupid (Aye), head knock to it (Aye)
Not an average motherfucker you have heard
How I’m spewing words, I’m the coolest nerd (Yeah)
You think I’m so cocky, I’m not a nobody
'Cause you can find me in a Google search (Yeah)
Imma be switching it up and not giving a fuck
That’s how I happen to be (Aye)
Call me the number one, after I’m sonning ya
You’re still a bastard to me (Damn)
The way I go with the flow
I’d be connected like the ‘Del to the ocean (Wavy)
I’ve never been garbage for years
If you think I am, what the hell are ya smokin’
I ride on the beat so immaculate
So Imma slide in to assert my dominance (Yeah)
You think you’re slick with the syllables
But you can’t topple me with your work incompetent (Uh)
I’m a fat motherfucker
But at least I can sneak in at ease like an espionage (Ha)
And I’m making a score like the Fugees
Doesn’t matter if you’re ready or not (Uh)
You better smarten it up
I go hard on a cut like a stab from a clever (Yeah)
I can see why they don’t ask me to rap on a feature
'Cause Imma beat the beat to the bone ‘till it’s back to its skeleton
For no other reason, I do that for the helluvit (Yeah)
I actually find it rarity to find someone else
That can rap with this etiquette (Damn)
So remember this white Filipino (Hoy)
Stubborn as fuck that rhymes with an ego (Uh)
I am the motherfucking G to the Therz
Fly all the time like I ride with an eagle
Once I start, I’m gone, nothing’s gonna slow me
And I don’t play around like I’m super O.P.
I just keep climbing up, nobody’s coming close, b
Matter of fact, King Kong ain’t got nothing on me
I put the bop to it, yes nod to it (Huh)
‘Till you’ve gone stupid (Huh), head knock to it (Uh)
So just bop to it (Aye), yeah bop to it (Aye)
‘Till you’ve gone stupid (Aye), head knock to it (Aye)
Before I ever take off, I’m ready for launch
Right now I’ll rap at a slower speed (Yeet)
Sorry to say, but I’m hardly at pace
Saying it’s too fast is a joke to me (Ooh)
Many of these squares need talent
'Cause now in this game I feel barely challenged (Yeah)
Finna spaz on the track, going fast in a flash
Like I’m Barry Allen (Speed it up)
Every time I’m coming through with my chopping ability
I got nobody coming close to topping me lyrically
Like I packed in a battery, but you’re lacking capacity
To take in this charge that finna be shocking the industry
Within half of the time, I could pack in the rhymes
Keeping it rapid and tight, ya couldn’t master this mind
And I’m back on the mic, so it is happening twice
And so I’m cutting right through like I’m slashing the price (Damn)
All that I’m doing, from bars to producing
I am just testing my limits (Yeah)
As much as I try, haters gonna deny
But this here was never a gimmick (Yeah)
So when I’m set in to busting, you better get running
Don’t care if I come in too wild (Huh)
And I’m chopping it, rocking it
Yet it’s been nothing, so what are you gonna do now?
I can never leave when I start to proceed with the bars (Huh)
As long as I got a beat in my heart (Yeah)
Add in the factor, I’m a rapper with asthma
Motherfucker it’s surprising I am breathing at all (Huh)
I never could rest, got an S on my chest (Yeah)
Flying right through with the bars to bring it (Huh)
Right on this hard bop, making the art hot
I’ll have ladies moanin’ like I’m Charles Mingus
Once I start, I’m gone, nothing’s gonna slow me
And I don’t play around like I’m super O.P.
I just keep climbing up, nobody’s coming close, b
Matter of fact, King Kong ain’t got nothing on me
I put the bop to it, yes nod to it (Huh)
‘Till you’ve gone stupid (Huh), head knock to it (Uh)
So just bop to it (Aye), yeah bop to it (Aye)
‘Till you’ve gone stupid (Aye), head knock to it (Aye)
Woah now, that’s how it go down
Ain’t a way there’d be a second where I slow down (Slow down)
Yo now, out of control now
Nobody like me, passing light speed, running so wild (So wild)
Bop to this

Aye
Bop to it
I put the bop to it
Head knock to it
G-G-G-therz
Once I start, I’m gone, nothing’s gonna slow me
And I don’t play around like I’m super O.P.
I just keep coming up, nobody’s gonna catch up now
Matter of fact, mic check, one-two, check this out
It’s the point of no return
And the only option is turning it up
Gimme a beat and a mic, you’ll see what it’s like
When I have it burn into dust (Yeah)
I pave my own lane
Not here for whack trash from imitators
I’m not an O.G. but you better know me
The jazz trap originator (Get ‘em)
Bitch I can rap at a speed that is past an extreme
This the track where I meet (Huh)
If you tried to outrun me, well that is now funny
'Cause you’ll just end up snapping ya knees (Uh)
This what I call a dash in the breeze (Uh)
Taken at the pace of some bebop (Yeah)
Fuck the lamer shit he got
I can make harder hits like the bass when the beat drop
Speeding motherfucker like sniffing cocaine
Suckers are jealous, they’re living so lame
When I blaze the beat, you couldn’t take the heat (Uh)
Even when I’m lazily spitting dope flames
And I put the pen to paper with a passion
Pushing with the pride, I’m that Pinoy (Hoy)
I’m an AK-47 on an instrumental
So look motherfucker the gat’s deployed
So when I come in to hop on to rhyme (Yeah)
There is no way that you’re stopping my shine (Yeah)
Not even closer to on the decline
And I’m getting better but not at my prime
If you’re thinking right now that Imma put the mic down (Yeah)
Fucking dumb ass, I couldn’t stop music
This is not a second swing with it
Are you thinking bitch
I put the bop to it
Once I start, I’m gone, nothing’s gonna slow me
And I don’t play around like I’m super O.P.
I just keep climbing up, nobody’s coming close, b
Matter of fact, King Kong ain’t got nothing on me
I put the bop to it, yes nod to it (Huh)
‘Till you’ve gone stupid (Huh), head knock to it (Uh)
So just bop to it (Aye), yeah bop to it (Aye)
‘Till you’ve gone stupid (Aye), head knock to it (Aye)
Not an average motherfucker you have heard
How I’m spewing words, I’m the coolest nerd (Yeah)
You think I’m so cocky, I’m not a nobody
'Cause you can find me in a Google search (Yeah)
Imma be switching it up and not giving a fuck
That’s how I happen to be (Aye)
Call me the number one, after I’m sonning ya
You’re still a bastard to me (Damn)
The way I go with the flow
I’d be connected like the ‘Del to the ocean (Wavy)
I’ve never been garbage for years
If you think I am, what the hell are ya smokin’
I ride on the beat so immaculate
So Imma slide in to assert my dominance (Yeah)
You think you’re slick with the syllables
But you can’t topple me with your work incompetent (Uh)
I’m a fat motherfucker
But at least I can sneak in at ease like an espionage (Ha)
And I’m making a score like the Fugees
Doesn’t matter if you’re ready or not (Uh)
You better smarten it up
I go hard on a cut like a stab from a clever (Yeah)
I can see why they don’t ask me to rap on a feature
'Cause Imma beat the beat to the bone ‘till it’s back to its skeleton
For no other reason, I do that for the helluvit (Yeah)
I actually find it rarity to find someone else
That can rap with this etiquette (Damn)
So remember this white Filipino (Hoy)
Stubborn as fuck that rhymes with an ego (Uh)
I am the motherfucking G to the Therz
Fly all the time like I ride with an eagle
Once I start, I’m gone, nothing’s gonna slow me
And I don’t play around like I’m super O.P.
I just keep climbing up, nobody’s coming close, b
Matter of fact, King Kong ain’t got nothing on me
I put the bop to it, yes nod to it (Huh)
‘Till you’ve gone stupid (Huh), head knock to it (Uh)
So just bop to it (Aye), yeah bop to it (Aye)
‘Till you’ve gone stupid (Aye), head knock to it (Aye)
Before I ever take off, I’m ready for launch
Right now I’ll rap at a slower speed (Yeet)
Sorry to say, but I’m hardly at pace
Saying it’s too fast is a joke to me (Ooh)
Many of these squares need talent
'Cause now in this game I feel barely challenged (Yeah)
Finna spaz on the track, going fast in a flash
Like I’m Barry Allen (Speed it up)
Every time I’m coming through with my chopping ability
I got nobody coming close to topping me lyrically
Like I packed in a battery, but you’re lacking capacity
To take in this charge that finna be shocking the industry
Within half of the time, I could pack in the rhymes
Keeping it rapid and tight, ya couldn’t master this mind
And I’m back on the mic, so it is happening twice
And so I’m cutting right through like I’m slashing the price (Damn)
All that I’m doing, from bars to producing
I am just testing my limits (Yeah)
As much as I try, haters gonna deny
But this here was never a gimmick (Yeah)
So when I’m set in to busting, you better get running
Don’t care if I come in too wild (Huh)
And I’m chopping it, rocking it
Yet it’s been nothing, so what are you gonna do now?
I can never leave when I start to proceed with the bars (Huh)
As long as I got a beat in my heart (Yeah)
Add in the factor, I’m a rapper with asthma
Motherfucker it’s surprising I am breathing at all (Huh)
I never could rest, got an S on my chest (Yeah)
Flying right through with the bars to bring it (Huh)
Right on this hard bop, making the art hot
I’ll have ladies moanin’ like I’m Charles Mingus
Once I start, I’m gone, nothing’s gonna slow me
And I don’t play around like I’m super O.P.
I just keep climbing up, nobody’s coming close, b
Matter of fact, King Kong ain’t got nothing on me
I put the bop to it, yes nod to it (Huh)
‘Till you’ve gone stupid (Huh), head knock to it (Uh)
So just bop to it (Aye), yeah bop to it (Aye)
‘Till you’ve gone stupid (Aye), head knock to it (Aye)
Woah now, that’s how it go down
Ain’t a way there’d be a second where I slow down (Slow down)
Yo now, out of control now
Nobody like me, passing light speed, running so wild (So wild)
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