THOUGHT YOU KNEW

Bitch I'm popping
Ain't no pause
Aww shit

I ain't stopping
Bitch I'm popping
Ain't no pause
No breaks on shit

I was plotting
They was watching
On how I perfected this

Now my money up
Honey up
Sunny up
Run it up
Bitch I get it and go

I done huddled up
Hustled up
Double up
Buckle up
Nigga I thought you'd know

Back on they asses
And all you bastards
Fuck how you do it, I'm doing it backwards

I would just runaround
Underground
Turnaround
Then I creeped up on the masses

Racing rappers
Niggas stumbling
Tumbling
Fucc it I'm running this shit

I been equipped
Yeah, me falling off
Ain't part of the script
Plus man these bitches been all on my dick
Looking around I don't know who to pick
Spreading the news, on my family jewels
Bitch I got enough to let all of em fit
Get all of em hit
Quick

No minute man but baby I on the run
Give her a smack when I hit from the back
With my left, cause my right hand is holding the gun

I can't put trust in no bitch
Fall in love with no bitch
Even tho I know they loving me

Can't get caught up with no bitch
And I can't never slip
Swear the Eastiside turned me to a G

Ran with the gangsters
And baby locsters
Went from most wanted
To headlining posters

Now any time that I'm touring
I pull up in foreigns
Fuck shopping at General Motors

You niggas smokers
Bitch I'm a solider
Shit can get funny
But I'm not a joker

I got some bloods and some crips
Who be so quick to trip
Have you niggas look over your shoulders

Picture my rollin
I'm doing my dance
Hop out the car
And c walk on you niggas

You know what I'm holdin
Keep it in my pants
I'll let the Glock
Come and talk to you niggas
Aye



Credits
Writer(s): Markus Henderson
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