Pop (feat. Lxruda)
It's the opp block
Better shut yo mouth boy
It's the opp block
They gon opp you out boy
It's the opp block they gon run yo mouth
Think you the shit?
They'll pop you out boy
Add a bell
I might add a bell
He can go to hell
This shit real as hell
I got no friends but I'm real as hell
I'm in Sandton with the goons
They boutta, they boutta pop
And I'm boutta pop
Moving in the city boutta pop
I'm mid city with the
Yeah I'm boutta pop
I'm boutta pop (Prrt)
Yeah this shit real as hell
Yeah, he gon add a bell
Yung Star he going hell
Yung Star he goin ham
Uh fuck
Glock-19 to your head
Glock-19 to your neck
MAC-11 to his fucking head
That boy traumatized
This shit real as hell
He gon add a bell
That bitch way to bad
Took her out to France
Ou ou, might take her out to France
She gon tell her friends that I'm real, real Star
Took her out to France
This shit real as hell
Might have whispered on dat
This the opp block
Opp block (Prrt)
This the mutherfuckin' opp block bitch
Prrraa
This the opp block
Damn, gang
Niggas think they fire then they clash
Bitch you know I fucking spaz
Got the choppa bitch
Let it blast
Yea these niggas want some heat yeah I bring it
In the Masi uh, bitch yeah I spin it
When I get the fucking cash
Bitch yeah I spend it
Niggas think they fire it ain't nothing new
Beat go so hard yeah it's bulletproof
808s hit the fucking roof
Better shut yo mouth boy
It's the opp block
They gon opp you out boy
It's the opp block they gon run yo mouth
Think you the shit?
They'll pop you out boy
Add a bell
I might add a bell
He can go to hell
This shit real as hell
I got no friends but I'm real as hell
I'm in Sandton with the goons
They boutta, they boutta pop
And I'm boutta pop
Moving in the city boutta pop
I'm mid city with the
Yeah I'm boutta pop
I'm boutta pop (Prrt)
Yeah this shit real as hell
Yeah, he gon add a bell
Yung Star he going hell
Yung Star he goin ham
Uh fuck
Glock-19 to your head
Glock-19 to your neck
MAC-11 to his fucking head
That boy traumatized
This shit real as hell
He gon add a bell
That bitch way to bad
Took her out to France
Ou ou, might take her out to France
She gon tell her friends that I'm real, real Star
Took her out to France
This shit real as hell
Might have whispered on dat
This the opp block
Opp block (Prrt)
This the mutherfuckin' opp block bitch
Prrraa
This the opp block
Damn, gang
Niggas think they fire then they clash
Bitch you know I fucking spaz
Got the choppa bitch
Let it blast
Yea these niggas want some heat yeah I bring it
In the Masi uh, bitch yeah I spin it
When I get the fucking cash
Bitch yeah I spend it
Niggas think they fire it ain't nothing new
Beat go so hard yeah it's bulletproof
808s hit the fucking roof
Credits
Writer(s): Mphoentle Nobela
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