Pop Rocks
Tryna pop off like some pop rocks
Man y'all boys can't stop my grind
Knock they socks off like some reefer
Cause this gon' blow your mind
Out my mind, too far gone
I done smoked like three four zones
And I'm chillin in my home
I got these rappers up to fold
Got these rappers foldin'
Got these rappers foldin' (woo)
I don't care about ya (yea, nah)
I'm tryna get this money
Yea yea get relaxed
Bitch get off my lap
They hate me cause they mad
Actin crazy off the tabs (woah woah)
I grip the dash
Big shit on the sash (yea)
Yea this shit cutthroat
But you already know that
You already know
You gon' have to go back
Rewrite what you wrote
Retake what you stole
Yea I'm reapin' what you sow
Reapin' what you sow
Dick is in her throat (woo)
I feel like the god (yea)
I feel like the goat (woo)
Y'all is just facades
So surprised that I know
Lookin' in your eyes
I can see that you a ho'
And yea we on this side
'Cause on this side we never fold
My brodi got locked up
He got caught up with that coke (woo)
I just be worried 'bout making these hits (yea yea)
You just be worried 'bout savin' a bitch
1611 residin' (woo)
Never showed up so I guess that y'all hidin'
Talk on my team and my bitch I get violent (yea)
Its a hot boy ballad (yea)
Tryna pop off like some pop rocks
Man y'all boys can't stop my grind
Knock they socks off like some reefer
Cause this gon' blow your mind
Out my mind, too far gone
I done smoked like three four zones
And I'm chillin in my home
I got these rappers up to fold
Man y'all boys can't stop my grind
Knock they socks off like some reefer
Cause this gon' blow your mind
Out my mind, too far gone
I done smoked like three four zones
And I'm chillin in my home
I got these rappers up to fold
Got these rappers foldin'
Got these rappers foldin' (woo)
I don't care about ya (yea, nah)
I'm tryna get this money
Yea yea get relaxed
Bitch get off my lap
They hate me cause they mad
Actin crazy off the tabs (woah woah)
I grip the dash
Big shit on the sash (yea)
Yea this shit cutthroat
But you already know that
You already know
You gon' have to go back
Rewrite what you wrote
Retake what you stole
Yea I'm reapin' what you sow
Reapin' what you sow
Dick is in her throat (woo)
I feel like the god (yea)
I feel like the goat (woo)
Y'all is just facades
So surprised that I know
Lookin' in your eyes
I can see that you a ho'
And yea we on this side
'Cause on this side we never fold
My brodi got locked up
He got caught up with that coke (woo)
I just be worried 'bout making these hits (yea yea)
You just be worried 'bout savin' a bitch
1611 residin' (woo)
Never showed up so I guess that y'all hidin'
Talk on my team and my bitch I get violent (yea)
Its a hot boy ballad (yea)
Tryna pop off like some pop rocks
Man y'all boys can't stop my grind
Knock they socks off like some reefer
Cause this gon' blow your mind
Out my mind, too far gone
I done smoked like three four zones
And I'm chillin in my home
I got these rappers up to fold
Credits
Writer(s): Noah Wilson
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