Pop

Camp Fire
We be on that

Feins pop rocks and we pop Glocks(Pop pop)
Green smelling strong call it popeye Poppin rubber bands when I pop out
I just pop for 10 phones and I walked out
I ain't the sun but I'm shining I'm a pops now
Approaching opps like what you on they callling cops now
Doggy need 10 bones on the south side
Code talking for the niggas who don't know nothing
You know the rules you talk about it, nigga show something
Call Bri like what you on
She like, oh nothing
I'm tryna fuck (Boy pull up)
Who you with (My best friend)
I'm by myself (Okay come on)
At this point they both fucking
Pop em then dodge em like a hellcat
I ain't into layin up ion hoop baby
Rats smell cheese and I smell rats
Don't let em get you out yo cheese nigga set traps
I been trapping in adidas like it's back in the day
I'm wearing yeezys, but doggy get all kinds of that Ye
Camp what time you on, check the clock
Looking at my wrist like I might just drop a watch
10 bands 20 bands I need more
Catch a opp snoozing off the lean straight drop
50 bands 100 bands yeah it's on
Look me in my eyes yeah I been going through a lot

So tell me this why niggas hating all a sudden
Trippy like to hoop I like to shoot we both clutching
We gone live it up bitch we came from the struggle
Told wody ima buss em if they ever try to touch em
We umm we be on that so listen to me clearly
Ice a nigga box like the jeweler call it clarity
Once you cross the line I ain't playing with you fairly
Once it's on the floor smoke going in the air with me
Pussy nigga mentioned my name he talking reckless
Choppa shooting diamonds it'll leave a pussy necklace
Ruler in a pistol just to teach niggas a lesson
Santa ain't the only nigga giving niggas presents
Cause I'll leave three holes in a nigga Merry Christmas
Now he got three holes in his body like these bitches
And now he got three holes in his body like a bowling ball
You ain't my dawg you wasn't there when I was falling off



Credits
Writer(s): Devontae Bolden
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