YKTV Song Lyrics

YKTV by 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 b**ch I’m running things
Paper power pussy that should come in threes
What you think I owe you somethin’ girl for f**kin’ me?
Imagine Lil 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 sh*t
Oculus VR that’s how I see sh*t
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 thru 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, f**k you talkin’ about
Every time they play this song she like this is my sh*t’
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 b**ches 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 sh*t 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
Big Blood drip know it’s hot sauce
Found a crib got my side b**ch in a high loft
Girls goin’ wild b**ch take your top off
Show no love b**ch
I’m in love with Saint Laurent
The Louis Vuitton ain’t dropped yet but I got it on
I just made yo’ favorite singer come out her thong
I just ran a money play with Scooter Braun
Drop a car note on yo’ head act stupid with’ it
b**ch b**ch my jewels ain’t rented, the coupes ain’t rented
b**ch play them cards with no limit
Stars in the ceilin’
b**ch 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
The video got shot up and I green lit it

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