Pop

Can't fuck on a ho, she an eater
Cruise down the street in the new two seater
Pot too hot, put my wrist in a freezer
Plug for the drank, we gon' pour up in liters
All in your city with Glocks
We see an opp, then they bound to get popped
She see my chain and that pussy gon' pop
I'm riding with gang if they send me they drop

We got hoes, we got bustdowns
We takin' flights, we ain't givin' a fuck now
Give her a Perc', now she tryna make me fuck now
Top tier gang, they be ready to run down

Look at me now, you can watch me on big screens
Bust down my wrist, look at these VV's
Ran up that bag, now I'm rocking that GG
Rock out in designer, I'm drippin' like Fiji, go
Dripping like water, no faucet
Walk out with that pack and he lost it
Walk straight in the store and I cop it
No more in the back, lil' bitch, 'cause I bought it
Molly still in the trap with them bricks
I sent her the work, now she throwin' a fit
Designer my closet, which 'fit I'ma pick?
He act like a ho so I call him a bitch

Ayy, four car garage with six whips
On the block with your ho, that's a thick bitch
Got a Glock with a thirty, that's a big dick
Hit a lick at the spot for a brick, gotta dip quick

Run off on the plug, then we takeoff
Beefin' with Molly, we gon' take your face off
Hit a lick on the block in the whip with the plates off
Don't fuck with these hoes, play a bitch like Jigsaw

Can't fuck on a ho, she an eater
Cruise down the street in the new two seater
Pot too hot, put my wrist in a freezer
Plug for the drank, we gon' pour up in liters
All in your city with Glocks
We see an opp, then they bound to get popped
She see my chain and that pussy gon' pop
I'm riding with gang if they send me they drop



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Writer(s): Brooklyn Bolden, Marissa White, Demarcus Adams
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