PROPS (feat. Avi Adeuxla)
You know that they call me young poppa
Young nigga done came with the choppa'
I sent all these hoes to the doctor
They needed a check-up done proper
Proper, proper
I'm feeling like I am young poppa
I'm feeling like I am young poppa, poppa
Wock' on me
I pick up a pound for free
Glock on me
I shoot at a opp on the scene
Props to me
I done came from the slums, from the streets
Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock'
I was off of the shits, I was young
I got the gas in my lungs
I got a white bitch sprung
Rockin' the Louis Vuitton (Aye)
Smoking King Louie, a ton (Aye)
I'm feeling like I am King Tut
I'm feeling like I am King Tut
And I know that I am the one
And I only keep it a buck
You could get hit with a buck
Buck, buck
Young Tommy a goon, I'm claiming the power
Sour Patch, yeah he sweet and he sour
I call the shot, .223 leave him showered
I give her this dick and I beat it for hours
She gobble my dick, she devour (Aye)
They say young Tommy you doing big things
My bitch acting goofy cause she want a ring
These bitches say Tommy, you acting mean
Sorry baby, I'm really just being me
Fuck you lil boy, it's just me vs. me
It's just me vs. me
It's just me vs. me
It's just me vs. me
Wock' on me
I pick up the pound for free
Glock on me
I shoot at a opp on the scene
Props to me
I done came from the slums, from the streets
Wock', Wock', Wock'
They call me a fiend (Yeah)
They call me a fiend for the green
Baby don't test the whole team
We coming for heads, breaking this bread
Shootin at feds, off the codeine
Stuck in a dream
Rocking the Fenti
Sippin' on Wock', no venti
Sippin' on bottles, it's empty
Bitch give me top, give me serenity
Bitch complicated, she got complexity
She in love endlessly, takin' the breath in me (yeah)
She call me a dog, I'm a pitt'
I've been coolin' since a jit
Always carry loaded clip
Limpin' cause I got the stick
These niggas acknowledge the fit
Starlet on me, Hashtag the team
These chains they gleam
Watch out with me, cause you can get hit with the beam
You know that they call me young poppa
Young nigga done came with the choppa'
I sent all these hoes to the doctor
They needed a check-up done proper
Proper, proper
I'm feeling like I am young poppa
I'm feeling like I am young poppa, poppa, poppa
Wock' on me
I pick up a pound for free
Glock on me
I shoot at a opp on the scene
Props to me
I done came from the slums, from the streets
Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock'
Young nigga had drip in the slums
The drank got me hot, need some Tums
I was serving the loud making funds
Oh you mad? I don't give a fuck
I'm just high, I get really stuck
I'm stuck in my mind, I woke up
Swiss cheese, got the holes in my heart
Bitch please keep my braids up in parts
Quick freeze on my feelings, that hurt
Disease on my mentals get worse
Nigga I'm fucked
Tired of sleeping with all of these demons, I'm tired of really not sleeping at all
Spending my time tryna' pick up the pieces but really just hoping I slip and I fall
Stressing all night bout my bitch and money but neither be there when I need them the most
Leaning on muddy, my memory stuck in the code
Needed the energy, lined up the sack so I speed up the process, I'm ready to blow
Wock' on me
I picked up a pound for the free
Glock on me
I shoot at a opp on the scene
Yeah and props to me
I done came from the slums, from the streets
Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', (Aye)
Javi a boss, yeah watch how I walk
You wanna shop? boy Adeuxla got stock
Shootin' a Glock, aim a tool at ya' top
Movin' the blocks I got loot, I won't stop
Yeah like a white boy, Ricky shoes and the socks
Give a fuck about opps, I got Givenchy locks
Pourin' the drop in the Fanta
Ray on the choppa' like gamma
All about paper, this ain't no Atlanta
She need Vitamin-C, yeah I give her banana
Boutta' clean my dick off with Saberi bandana
Poppin' a pill like a cherry
New boots you can call me Larry
Larry, Larry
Yeah, off a boot and yo' boy he actin' scary
He run up on team make em' fly like a fairy
I be off a bean, you better be wary
I keep like 10 heats with some shells like Gary
Half of the Xan', snack pack
Mix it with green gas pack
Lil' shopping spree, poppin' tags
Choppa be talking, Stat chat (Aye yeah)
Half of 2 beans, half tag (2 beans)
(Yeah, 2 beans)
(2 beans)
Young nigga done came with the choppa'
I sent all these hoes to the doctor
They needed a check-up done proper
Proper, proper
I'm feeling like I am young poppa
I'm feeling like I am young poppa, poppa
Wock' on me
I pick up a pound for free
Glock on me
I shoot at a opp on the scene
Props to me
I done came from the slums, from the streets
Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock'
I was off of the shits, I was young
I got the gas in my lungs
I got a white bitch sprung
Rockin' the Louis Vuitton (Aye)
Smoking King Louie, a ton (Aye)
I'm feeling like I am King Tut
I'm feeling like I am King Tut
And I know that I am the one
And I only keep it a buck
You could get hit with a buck
Buck, buck
Young Tommy a goon, I'm claiming the power
Sour Patch, yeah he sweet and he sour
I call the shot, .223 leave him showered
I give her this dick and I beat it for hours
She gobble my dick, she devour (Aye)
They say young Tommy you doing big things
My bitch acting goofy cause she want a ring
These bitches say Tommy, you acting mean
Sorry baby, I'm really just being me
Fuck you lil boy, it's just me vs. me
It's just me vs. me
It's just me vs. me
It's just me vs. me
Wock' on me
I pick up the pound for free
Glock on me
I shoot at a opp on the scene
Props to me
I done came from the slums, from the streets
Wock', Wock', Wock'
They call me a fiend (Yeah)
They call me a fiend for the green
Baby don't test the whole team
We coming for heads, breaking this bread
Shootin at feds, off the codeine
Stuck in a dream
Rocking the Fenti
Sippin' on Wock', no venti
Sippin' on bottles, it's empty
Bitch give me top, give me serenity
Bitch complicated, she got complexity
She in love endlessly, takin' the breath in me (yeah)
She call me a dog, I'm a pitt'
I've been coolin' since a jit
Always carry loaded clip
Limpin' cause I got the stick
These niggas acknowledge the fit
Starlet on me, Hashtag the team
These chains they gleam
Watch out with me, cause you can get hit with the beam
You know that they call me young poppa
Young nigga done came with the choppa'
I sent all these hoes to the doctor
They needed a check-up done proper
Proper, proper
I'm feeling like I am young poppa
I'm feeling like I am young poppa, poppa, poppa
Wock' on me
I pick up a pound for free
Glock on me
I shoot at a opp on the scene
Props to me
I done came from the slums, from the streets
Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock'
Young nigga had drip in the slums
The drank got me hot, need some Tums
I was serving the loud making funds
Oh you mad? I don't give a fuck
I'm just high, I get really stuck
I'm stuck in my mind, I woke up
Swiss cheese, got the holes in my heart
Bitch please keep my braids up in parts
Quick freeze on my feelings, that hurt
Disease on my mentals get worse
Nigga I'm fucked
Tired of sleeping with all of these demons, I'm tired of really not sleeping at all
Spending my time tryna' pick up the pieces but really just hoping I slip and I fall
Stressing all night bout my bitch and money but neither be there when I need them the most
Leaning on muddy, my memory stuck in the code
Needed the energy, lined up the sack so I speed up the process, I'm ready to blow
Wock' on me
I picked up a pound for the free
Glock on me
I shoot at a opp on the scene
Yeah and props to me
I done came from the slums, from the streets
Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', (Aye)
Javi a boss, yeah watch how I walk
You wanna shop? boy Adeuxla got stock
Shootin' a Glock, aim a tool at ya' top
Movin' the blocks I got loot, I won't stop
Yeah like a white boy, Ricky shoes and the socks
Give a fuck about opps, I got Givenchy locks
Pourin' the drop in the Fanta
Ray on the choppa' like gamma
All about paper, this ain't no Atlanta
She need Vitamin-C, yeah I give her banana
Boutta' clean my dick off with Saberi bandana
Poppin' a pill like a cherry
New boots you can call me Larry
Larry, Larry
Yeah, off a boot and yo' boy he actin' scary
He run up on team make em' fly like a fairy
I be off a bean, you better be wary
I keep like 10 heats with some shells like Gary
Half of the Xan', snack pack
Mix it with green gas pack
Lil' shopping spree, poppin' tags
Choppa be talking, Stat chat (Aye yeah)
Half of 2 beans, half tag (2 beans)
(Yeah, 2 beans)
(2 beans)
Credits
Writer(s): Tommy Mesa
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.