Exotic Pop
I hit it once so it had to be lust
Driving the foreign he riding the rust
Spotted the opp and we turn him to dust
Run up on us and we shoot its a must
Smoking on opps while Im getting a cut
Im getting lined up so dont interrupt
Fucking with us and you dying abrupt
I got at least 3 lines in my cup
Remember when hoes was showing no love
Now when they see me they wanted a hug
Sniffing the white its the color of dove
I like Persian foreign rugs
Smoking Za it got me stuck
Im just thanking God above
Cuz we had it rough
I got angels blessing me
Manifest my destiny
Im just feeling heavenly
This life is steady stressing me
Its 2 shots for the enemy
We flee so its no felony
Im drilling its no melody
We billing for the celery
I want the green the guap
This swag it just cost me alot
The foreign im dropping the top
Hear me a mile right down the road cuz you know my speakers knock
If I ever go broke again you know Im whipping the pot
Whipping the pot and Im serving the fiends
I can finesse a pint of the lean
Exotic pop it got some clean
Bad lil bop she popped a bean
Bad lil bop she under me
Bad lil bop dont wanna leave
Damn she got a brand new weave
Damn I think she always fleek
Without my Carti's I cant see
That is an opp and I turn him to weed
Christian Louboutin its making me bleed
You want the drip you paying a fee
We so T'd we cant even read
Smoking the opp now he up in the breeze
You want the smoke we making you sneeze
Roll you up just like some trees
Step in the function Im setting a vibe
Fresh out the stu and you getting it live
Bumping that shit whenever I drive
Pull out the 40 and they wanna hide
Toss you the 9 if you wanna ride
Ready to shoot when Im dropping a dime
She is my shooter we got matching signs
That is a dime and I give her design
That is a dime she too damn fine
Im sipping wock and she drinking on wine
Calling on me and I had to decline
Cuz I got somewhere to be
Yellow Lamb just like a bee
Lotta water on my sleeve
I got whatever you need
I want the green the guap
This swag it just cost me alot
The foreign im dropping the top
Hear me a mile right down the road cuz you know my speakers knock
If I ever go broke again you know Im whipping the pot
Driving the foreign he riding the rust
Spotted the opp and we turn him to dust
Run up on us and we shoot its a must
Smoking on opps while Im getting a cut
Im getting lined up so dont interrupt
Fucking with us and you dying abrupt
I got at least 3 lines in my cup
Remember when hoes was showing no love
Now when they see me they wanted a hug
Sniffing the white its the color of dove
I like Persian foreign rugs
Smoking Za it got me stuck
Im just thanking God above
Cuz we had it rough
I got angels blessing me
Manifest my destiny
Im just feeling heavenly
This life is steady stressing me
Its 2 shots for the enemy
We flee so its no felony
Im drilling its no melody
We billing for the celery
I want the green the guap
This swag it just cost me alot
The foreign im dropping the top
Hear me a mile right down the road cuz you know my speakers knock
If I ever go broke again you know Im whipping the pot
Whipping the pot and Im serving the fiends
I can finesse a pint of the lean
Exotic pop it got some clean
Bad lil bop she popped a bean
Bad lil bop she under me
Bad lil bop dont wanna leave
Damn she got a brand new weave
Damn I think she always fleek
Without my Carti's I cant see
That is an opp and I turn him to weed
Christian Louboutin its making me bleed
You want the drip you paying a fee
We so T'd we cant even read
Smoking the opp now he up in the breeze
You want the smoke we making you sneeze
Roll you up just like some trees
Step in the function Im setting a vibe
Fresh out the stu and you getting it live
Bumping that shit whenever I drive
Pull out the 40 and they wanna hide
Toss you the 9 if you wanna ride
Ready to shoot when Im dropping a dime
She is my shooter we got matching signs
That is a dime and I give her design
That is a dime she too damn fine
Im sipping wock and she drinking on wine
Calling on me and I had to decline
Cuz I got somewhere to be
Yellow Lamb just like a bee
Lotta water on my sleeve
I got whatever you need
I want the green the guap
This swag it just cost me alot
The foreign im dropping the top
Hear me a mile right down the road cuz you know my speakers knock
If I ever go broke again you know Im whipping the pot
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Writer(s): Joseph Iriarte
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