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Ayy
Ayy, you know who fucked up right, you
Uh
Yeah, you
Yo, you too
Yo yo, you too
Let me pop my shit, you too nigga
we get, pop it
Your ho hit
Oh you 'bout your bitch?
The wrist lit (ice)
Live this
Nah for nigga

Hundred K spent on my lil nigga
that pot and that dope gon' triple
I left a tip for your my nigga
I fuck her mouth, her throat got
Pull up and hop out the car,
Fuck on a bitch, she a star,
Buy it and what it cost, drip
Try it and get off, brrt
gon' eat up the dab, Jaws
Never shop, crib with a mall
my niggas that's behind the wall
Ain't gon' stop till free my niggas all
I can a movie, Seagal
No dribble, I
And up a Backwood with Cookie as fat as a log
hop in the frog
I'ma pop my shit
I'ma up at six
one, first draft pick
Coupe, it with the kit
niggas all around me
Lot of pussy still exist
Drank, it right under my
Starter on my bench
The cookie pack came

Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit, pop
Pop shit, pop shit, pop (pop)
Pop shit, pop-pop-pop
Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit, pop (pop)
Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit, pop
Pop shit, pop shit, pop (pop)
Pop shit, shit
Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit, pop (pop)

I'ma go'n to pop my
Hold on, let me talk my
her don't look my way
Nigga I'll buy bitch
No attached
You don't get fly this
No strings
pop my shit

Don't be poppin', get caught the sawed-off (poppin')
cocaine, cookin' product (coke)
Break down the like it's sawdust (break down)
Look what the grind done us (look)
Catch the bitches (catch), but I fetch the bitches (no)
Catch bitch, I ain't hit her, I was thinkin' about your feelings
(here you go)
I'ma on your bitch, do you hear me? (glide)
Shooter on the and pop wheelies (brrt)
QC nigga, pop (woo)
We ain't gonna talk the feelings (nah)
We ain't gotta talk about the (nah)
Paid shooters me chillin' (baow)
Pop it off baby, start (pop it off)
me my racks off the dribble (racks)
My papa pull up in a (pull up)
The eyes on that bitch like a (eyes)
I get the so vivid (racks)
Young I'm makin history (history)
Set not going for (nah)
On a jet when I'm the distance (jet)
Bad she an assistant (bitch)
the bricks to Michigan (woo)

Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit, pop
Pop shit, pop shit, pop (pop)
Pop shit, shit
Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit, pop (pop)
Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit, pop
Pop shit, pop shit, pop (pop)
Pop shit, shit
Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit, pop (pop)

I'ma to pop my shit
Hold on, let me my shit
Tell her look my way
Nigga I'll buy your
No wings
You don't get fly like
No attached
pop my shit

Pop my shit, I pop it (pop it)
Whole bullets in the cartridge
Told 'em, trust the (trust it)
I'ma break em down, (break it)
Cup of the drank too (woo)
the pint in the cockpit (stashin')
Your want my kids, she swallowed it (uhh)
Came up for oxygen (up)
FN a nigga move (move, move)
Put a nigga on the news (news, news)
Mama drunk, let you booze (mama)
'Cause her son done into food (damn)
Big name came with the (woo)
cam all in the plates (yeah)
Mix it in dog food, (skrt)
Finesse me a nigga out of (jugg)
You to a woman, Cait (Jenner)
back the lawn, mow the snakes (renter)
Stick to the money, (stuck)
Hit the gas to the top, a race (top)
My wrist, can't stop, (woo)
Give a bitch my cock, the (here)
Got a M in the locked (cash)
found it when she broke the vase (damn ma)

Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit, pop
Pop shit, pop shit, pop (pop)
Pop shit, pop-pop-pop
Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit, pop (pop)
Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit, pop
Pop shit, pop shit, pop (pop)
Pop shit, shit
Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit, pop (pop)

I'ma go'n to pop my
on, let me talk my shit
Tell her don't my way
Nigga buy your bitch
No wings
You don't get fly this
No strings
pop my shit