One Pop
One Pop, pop one, not one, got two of them
Who are them utes with their faces screwed up
Bad one with a bubble but, we don't even fuck more time but she still wan' do stuff
Anyhow man had enough, bro gun' bad him up
Turn man's hoodie to a crew cut
From kway I've been outside, used to hit dots in all black True Religion bootcuts
I never been meady, and everything TT
I still keep sweeties for the tuck shop
You know Glizz greedy, I need the whole tree g
I ain't runnin' in the crib for a one crop
Stepped in looking bricked up with a ting tucked in my boxers ready for the jump off
Two packs on my lap, we don't play out from the back
Fuck a middle man send it straight up top
Foreigns a coupes, my young boy a horrible ute
Caught man slippin' overseas on holiday come let's spill some tropical juice
Get money gang, I ain't dropping this work till the big belly land
Still spin this whip on a ban, whip it till' it's so solid turn a brick Megaman
And I don't need no runner
Born a hustler just like my mudda
Lyca got hot switched to the Lebara
My Nokia toured in every London Borough
Me and Dre still pebbling work, we went back to back like Baby and Gunna
My killy, my bruce, my brudda
Only one way out we ain't got not other
One Pop, pop one, not one, got two of them
Who are them utes with their faces screwed up
Bad one with a bubble but, we don't even fuck more time but she still wan' do stuff
Anyhow man had enough, bro gun' bad him up
Turn man's hoodie to a crew cut
From kway I've been outside, used to hit dots in all black True Religion bootcuts
I never been meady, and everything TT
I still keep sweeties for the tuck shop
You know Glizz greedy, I need the whole tree g
I ain't runnin' in the crib for a one crop
Stepped in looking bricked up with a ting tucked in my boxers ready for the jump off
Two packs on my lap, we don't play out from the back
Fuck a middle man send it straight up top
Gotta get it that way, right now the trap takes all of man's time
IPhone been on DND for a week, but my Nokia hot you can holla man's line
Anything that runs clean in foil in a 4 mile radius probably mine
My GG went n' got on his grind, now the pavement shakes when we hop in this ride
Big back like a HMP TV, sweetie I ain't no average guy
I see my man doing up badboy, inna real life let the mad ting slide
Dark or gold, the barbies know that I'm action man when it's action time
Last year had a fantastic line, big belly and they ain't taxing mine
One Pop, pop one, not one, got two of them
Who are them utes with their faces screwed up
Bad one with a bubble but, we don't even fuck more time but she still wan' do stuff
Anyhow man had enough, bro gun' bad him up
Turn man's hoodie to a crew cut
From kway I've been outside, used to hit dots in all black True Religion bootcuts
I never been meady, and everything TT
I still keep sweeties for the tuck shop
You know Glizz greedy, I need the whole tree g
I ain't runnin' in the crib for a one crop
Stepped in looking bricked up with a ting tucked in my boxers ready for the jump off
Two packs on my lap, we don't play out from the back
Fuck a middle man send it straight up top
Who are them utes with their faces screwed up
Bad one with a bubble but, we don't even fuck more time but she still wan' do stuff
Anyhow man had enough, bro gun' bad him up
Turn man's hoodie to a crew cut
From kway I've been outside, used to hit dots in all black True Religion bootcuts
I never been meady, and everything TT
I still keep sweeties for the tuck shop
You know Glizz greedy, I need the whole tree g
I ain't runnin' in the crib for a one crop
Stepped in looking bricked up with a ting tucked in my boxers ready for the jump off
Two packs on my lap, we don't play out from the back
Fuck a middle man send it straight up top
Foreigns a coupes, my young boy a horrible ute
Caught man slippin' overseas on holiday come let's spill some tropical juice
Get money gang, I ain't dropping this work till the big belly land
Still spin this whip on a ban, whip it till' it's so solid turn a brick Megaman
And I don't need no runner
Born a hustler just like my mudda
Lyca got hot switched to the Lebara
My Nokia toured in every London Borough
Me and Dre still pebbling work, we went back to back like Baby and Gunna
My killy, my bruce, my brudda
Only one way out we ain't got not other
One Pop, pop one, not one, got two of them
Who are them utes with their faces screwed up
Bad one with a bubble but, we don't even fuck more time but she still wan' do stuff
Anyhow man had enough, bro gun' bad him up
Turn man's hoodie to a crew cut
From kway I've been outside, used to hit dots in all black True Religion bootcuts
I never been meady, and everything TT
I still keep sweeties for the tuck shop
You know Glizz greedy, I need the whole tree g
I ain't runnin' in the crib for a one crop
Stepped in looking bricked up with a ting tucked in my boxers ready for the jump off
Two packs on my lap, we don't play out from the back
Fuck a middle man send it straight up top
Gotta get it that way, right now the trap takes all of man's time
IPhone been on DND for a week, but my Nokia hot you can holla man's line
Anything that runs clean in foil in a 4 mile radius probably mine
My GG went n' got on his grind, now the pavement shakes when we hop in this ride
Big back like a HMP TV, sweetie I ain't no average guy
I see my man doing up badboy, inna real life let the mad ting slide
Dark or gold, the barbies know that I'm action man when it's action time
Last year had a fantastic line, big belly and they ain't taxing mine
One Pop, pop one, not one, got two of them
Who are them utes with their faces screwed up
Bad one with a bubble but, we don't even fuck more time but she still wan' do stuff
Anyhow man had enough, bro gun' bad him up
Turn man's hoodie to a crew cut
From kway I've been outside, used to hit dots in all black True Religion bootcuts
I never been meady, and everything TT
I still keep sweeties for the tuck shop
You know Glizz greedy, I need the whole tree g
I ain't runnin' in the crib for a one crop
Stepped in looking bricked up with a ting tucked in my boxers ready for the jump off
Two packs on my lap, we don't play out from the back
Fuck a middle man send it straight up top
Credits
Writer(s): Alexander Marcham, Thomas Balchin
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