Pop My Shit

I ain't never ran from a nigga, ain't scared of a nigga, cause them niggas gon bleed like me
Ain't tryna put fear in these niggas, don't care for these niggas, cause I'm really just focused on cream
Ever since a jit, been balling going hard standing tall, had me feeling like my name was Kareem
Who keeping points I been scoring for the team
I'm just using my voice to get paid for the green

Put the game on my shoulders, come here what I told her
Im getting some head, while rolling some dope up
They really don't know us, but act like they know us I'm getting this bread, I ain't trusting no one
Already high, but ima keep rolling
Im thanking god, I know that I'm chosen
Trap off the iPhone, no Motorola
Shoutout to bro got the bags from Dakota
Poppin my shit, but ain't drink no soda
Got sent on a lick and I'm thinking you folded
Switched on ya mans, now they calling you bogus
Got put in a jam, you spoke up and you told it
Selling gas through the city
Tryna come up on a penny
Left me starving with no pity
Hurt for dollars ain't have any
Piggy bank was looking empty
Ran it up now I got plenty

Niggas be shooting the innocent, wassup with it, Run up and go get ya mans
Niggas be full of shit with it, crying bout bitches, they need to go get them some bands
I'm just completing these missions, chasing these riches, I really don't need me no friends
Pacing myself I'm conditioned,burning the skillet, I'm too hot need me a fan
Im burning up, they just wanna put me out
Put some wax in a blunt and, it took me out
Got a bad lil bitch, tryna fly her out
Hit the store for a lead, ima buy em out
Took a shot of the white just because
Took a hit of the weed for a buzz
Now I'm lit I dun copped me a rush
Goddamn it I love all these drugs

Took a look at my momma she want me to stop
I don't think it's a problem, she know that I'm not
Breaking the limit I'm ducking the cops
I gotta get missing can't show what I got
Sneaky lil nigga swipe shit like the fox
I'm in front of the building still selling my rocks
Got put in the game and I watched how you flopped
Can't shoot from this range you be moving ya spot

Niggas be shooting the innocent, wassup with it, Run up and go get ya mans
Niggas be full of shit with it, crying bout bitches, they need to go get them some bands
I'm just completing these missions, chasing these riches, I really don't need me no friends
Pacing myself I'm conditioned,burning the skillet, I'm too hot need me a fan
Im burning up, they just wanna put me out
Put some wax in a blunt and, it took me out
Got a bad lil bitch, tryna fly her out
Hit the store for a leaf, ima buy em out
Took a shot of the white just because
Took a hit of the weed for a buzz
Now I'm lit I dun copped me a rush
Goddamn it I love all these drugs



Credits
Writer(s): Jordan Erskine
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