2POPS Lyrics – Tyga

Read the full 2POPS lyrics by Tyga along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Tyga’s music, you can also explore Come My Way and Just the Bro, two other songs by Tyga.

[Intro]
Ayy
I see you tryna do what I do
That won’t do, hah

[Verse 1]
Ayy, fresh off the jet, no first class
And my new b!tch ball, yeah, she got it bad, yeah
Wi-fi in the sky, n!gga, no lag (No lag)
And a n!gga got stripes like it’s all plaid
All these n!ggas is my sons, call me big dad (Big dad)
New post on the ‘Gram got you big mad (Big mad)
Hating on a thot, never, no, ma’am (No, ma’am)
Can you do the splits, b!tch? No hands

[Chorus]
What’s the time? I ain’t leaving (I ain’t leaving)
Take your b!tch, now we even (Now we even)
She in love with a demon (Rrr)
Yeah, two pops, yeah, I’m beaming (Woo)
Two pops, yeah, I’m beaming (Ayy, ayy)
Two pops, yeah, I’m beaming (Beaming)
Ayy, she in love with a dеmon (Rrr)
Ayy, two pops, yeah, I’m beaming (Woo)

[Verse 2]
Girls getting on whеn I pop in, yeah
This is not a mixtape, b!tch, I’m locked in (Lock it)
Pop the top on the drop with a top ten (Hey)
Water on my diamonds like aqua-pend’ (Ice)
In the party and it’s lit-it-it (Lit-it-it)
N!gga like me stay fitt-itt-tted (Fitt-itt-tted)
Two best friends and they with it-it (They with it)
Man, these n!ggas ain’t on s*it-it-it (B!tch)
N!ggas ain’t s*it but a peep-peep (Peep)
Presidential suite with a hundred deep (Ayy, ayy)
Uh, everything free, put it on me (Ayy)

If my n!gga got on masks, it ain’t trick or treat (Bah)

[Chorus]
What’s the time? I ain’t leaving (I ain’t leaving)
Take your b!tch, now we even (Now we even)
She in love with a demon (Rrr)
Yeah, two pops, yeah, I’m beaming (Woo)
Two pops, yeah, I’m beaming (Ayy, ayy)
Two pops, yeah, I’m beaming (Beaming)
Ayy, she in love with a demon (Rrr)
Ayy, two pops, yeah, I’m beaming (Woo)

[Outro]
Ayy, smoking out the top, roll my windows up
Smoking out the top, roll my windows
Ayy, smoking out the top, roll my windows up
Smoking out the top, roll my windows
B!tch, I’m fired up
I’m fired up
B!tch, I’m fired up
I’m fired up (Ayy, woo)