Just Like Pops
Just like pops
Jugging on that block
Just like pops
I ain't gone ever stop
Non stop
Racing to that top
Chop block
Then we mop, mop
4400, you know what it is
4400, you know we the wig
4400, y'all niggas our kids
4400, we shoot at his wig
4400, you know what it is
4400, you know we the wig
4400, y'all niggas our kids
4400, we shoot at his wig
Choppa spam, no ham
Give no damn, we blam
Fuck your maam, go ham
Down bad, won't spare em
All this cash, we don't share em
These bitches bad, we pay em
Them camo flags, we wear em
These niggas mad, oh well
Yeah, you already know what it is
Im fly like a plane, you fly like a pig
Im fly like an astro, Im fly like a lid
Im serving these bitches, I ain't talking 'bout big
We hang on the block like a motherfucking dread
Don't care what you think, just as long as you don't say it
Yeah, I got that from 4GN Mari
We walk in this bit and we turn up the party
Just like pops
Jugging on that block
Just like pops
I ain't gone ever stop
Non stop
Racing to that top
Chop block
Then we mop, mop
4400, you know what it is
4400, you know we the wig
4400, y'all niggas our kids
4400, we shoot at his wig
4400, you know what it is
4400, you know we the wig
4400, y'all niggas our kids
4400, we shoot at his wig
Niggas be hating and capping for real
Lil nigga stop all that jappin for real
All of my brothers be trapping for real
We really got bricks in the attic for real
Shout out to P
Shout out to 3
Racks in my pockets, they fall to my knees
I got on forces, I hope they don't crease
Instagram popping, you know you'll get ceased
He say that he street but we found out he snitching
30s on us, when we shoot, we ain't missing
Hop in the booth and I cook like a kitchen
Count up some racks on the way to the city
Im stuck on money, you know Im addicted
Im tryna get milli's, I ain't talking 'bout Richard
Shout out to Richie, Im tryna get richer
You diss the gang, get you rolled like a swisher
Niggas say they bout it
They ain't bout it, they be capped out
Playing with the gang gone get you shot and get you slapped out
4 Deep in the jeep and we all got them straps out
Niggas going out bad, going out sad
They be crapped out
Jugging on that block
Just like pops
I ain't gone ever stop
Non stop
Racing to that top
Chop block
Then we mop, mop
4400, you know what it is
4400, you know we the wig
4400, y'all niggas our kids
4400, we shoot at his wig
4400, you know what it is
4400, you know we the wig
4400, y'all niggas our kids
4400, we shoot at his wig
Choppa spam, no ham
Give no damn, we blam
Fuck your maam, go ham
Down bad, won't spare em
All this cash, we don't share em
These bitches bad, we pay em
Them camo flags, we wear em
These niggas mad, oh well
Yeah, you already know what it is
Im fly like a plane, you fly like a pig
Im fly like an astro, Im fly like a lid
Im serving these bitches, I ain't talking 'bout big
We hang on the block like a motherfucking dread
Don't care what you think, just as long as you don't say it
Yeah, I got that from 4GN Mari
We walk in this bit and we turn up the party
Just like pops
Jugging on that block
Just like pops
I ain't gone ever stop
Non stop
Racing to that top
Chop block
Then we mop, mop
4400, you know what it is
4400, you know we the wig
4400, y'all niggas our kids
4400, we shoot at his wig
4400, you know what it is
4400, you know we the wig
4400, y'all niggas our kids
4400, we shoot at his wig
Niggas be hating and capping for real
Lil nigga stop all that jappin for real
All of my brothers be trapping for real
We really got bricks in the attic for real
Shout out to P
Shout out to 3
Racks in my pockets, they fall to my knees
I got on forces, I hope they don't crease
Instagram popping, you know you'll get ceased
He say that he street but we found out he snitching
30s on us, when we shoot, we ain't missing
Hop in the booth and I cook like a kitchen
Count up some racks on the way to the city
Im stuck on money, you know Im addicted
Im tryna get milli's, I ain't talking 'bout Richard
Shout out to Richie, Im tryna get richer
You diss the gang, get you rolled like a swisher
Niggas say they bout it
They ain't bout it, they be capped out
Playing with the gang gone get you shot and get you slapped out
4 Deep in the jeep and we all got them straps out
Niggas going out bad, going out sad
They be crapped out
Credits
Writer(s): Jamari Allen, Rashad Dugan
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