Poppin' Smoke
Who the fuck got the potion
Who the fuck top Joe-Rogan
Who the fuck drop they notion
Who the fuck ever smiled comin' out the courtroom
Who the fuck (Who?) no-one
Load up the shot-gun, over
Roger that block dat road up
Glock 1 ready to fire at will
Don't need the "go ahead" and fire, I shall
(Glock firing)
4 Mofuckas wounded 2 mofuckin dead
Some mofuckas made a run tho
I don't think they gon' call the feds
5 Rounds left on me I'mma need another cli (Shooter shot dead)
All-units move in, we've
Got another shooting, eastbound
One suspect down on ground
2 More suspects still at it
One seems to be carrying
A Remington 870
Other one's an automatic
Gonna have to bring in the cavalry
Boys we've got some acti (Remington 870 fires)(Cop dead)
Die motherfucker! (Hahg hahg hahg)
Load up the shot-gun, over
Roger that block dat road up
Glock one ready to fire at will
And fire, I shall
Back in the game
Switch up the lanes
Switch up the flow
Don't switch out yo mains
Get off the spot
Try to make it in life
Not on the block
Fake it one time
You faked it a lot
Count up the blessings not money
How much you got?
You pull on the glock, easy
Why 'ont you try to punch out the clock, breezy
Raise the child with yo babymama you keep on the side
You sleazy motherfucker
Get off the spot
Try to make it in life
Not on the block
Fake it one time
You faked it a lot
Count up the blessings not money
How much you got?
Who the fuck top Joe-Rogan
Who the fuck drop they notion
Who the fuck ever smiled comin' out the courtroom
Who the fuck (Who?) no-one
Load up the shot-gun, over
Roger that block dat road up
Glock 1 ready to fire at will
Don't need the "go ahead" and fire, I shall
(Glock firing)
4 Mofuckas wounded 2 mofuckin dead
Some mofuckas made a run tho
I don't think they gon' call the feds
5 Rounds left on me I'mma need another cli (Shooter shot dead)
All-units move in, we've
Got another shooting, eastbound
One suspect down on ground
2 More suspects still at it
One seems to be carrying
A Remington 870
Other one's an automatic
Gonna have to bring in the cavalry
Boys we've got some acti (Remington 870 fires)(Cop dead)
Die motherfucker! (Hahg hahg hahg)
Load up the shot-gun, over
Roger that block dat road up
Glock one ready to fire at will
And fire, I shall
Back in the game
Switch up the lanes
Switch up the flow
Don't switch out yo mains
Get off the spot
Try to make it in life
Not on the block
Fake it one time
You faked it a lot
Count up the blessings not money
How much you got?
You pull on the glock, easy
Why 'ont you try to punch out the clock, breezy
Raise the child with yo babymama you keep on the side
You sleazy motherfucker
Get off the spot
Try to make it in life
Not on the block
Fake it one time
You faked it a lot
Count up the blessings not money
How much you got?
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Writer(s): Abhinav Jethi
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