Rip Pops

A bad bitch without a brain you can keep her
Bitch I've been in my bag I had to get a Lil deeper
Blue strips leaving stains fucking up my white beater
Imma real nigga Imma go a Lil low on a feature

I can't follow niggas wave I was taught to be a leader
I wasn't born right I used to watch Uncle pour liters
What imma do with a mill prolly buy some two-seaters
Why you never up a bitch my old hoe was a cheater

Why you never flex money cause I know niggas watch
If I told niggas game I prolly would've got popped
Rip pops I ain't even get to tell my nigga bye

Yea I'm riding with the I can really send a nigga high
I be looking to the sky asking God why niggas try
Been on every website running I'm outta shit to buy
Throwing 4s taking pics with 5s nigga pick a side

Bitch asked me for my unreleased I ain't gone reply
They like mar you be going bitch I mother fucking know
Niggas love dick sucking niggas they don't even know
What hen say fuck around hit that nigga with the pole
Ain't a street nigga but a nigga bet not play me like a hoe

Bag back ion know niggas I hate getting approached
I'm like mad max with the bitch cause I be aiming at her throat
Keep my circle tight asl cause niggas love doing the most
Bitch was acting weird as hell I told her ass I gotta go

I was about to quit rapping until I got some
Motivation
I don't want to talk to the bitch I'm
On vacation
I don't want to fuck on a bitch if she to basic
She think I ain't know she fucked with bro she was two facing

Had a a dream me and gang yea we was coupe racing
Saw your ass on the snap tryna bang but you faking
Bad bitch at the crib I turned off her location
I ain't even meet the nigga ion know why he hate me



Credits
Writer(s): Marcus Williams
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