Pop My Shit

Back end look real nice
You just broke, I ain't changing my price
Fuck up the club tonight
I'm not the host, they just gave me the mic
Ignore her call, got my boo so tight
Blame it on runtz, got me high like a kite
Sippin patron, gotta mix it with sprite
Love the dark different vibe on the light

Pack touchdown over night
Fuck up the block then we back on a flight
All star of the team
Got feeling like mike
No spares on my team cause we all gon strike
My life expensive
Throwing money is slight
Wanna be me, you couldn't live my life
Glock 9 on hip Stay strap like a dike
Put guns down But niggas don't fight
Stack all year We go up in the summer
Fucking dat bitch Like I want her
Fuckin her good then I'm changing my number
Left her go Like KD did the thunder

Big bags I'm the plug and runner
I Stay strapped Got me feeling gunna
Slime season Got me feeling like thugga
Time is money So it's no time to love her
Trying get richer then rich
Flood diamonds on my neck and my wrist
Big crib and a really big fence
Too far To go back to the trenches
Stayed focus Then grated my wishes
Niggas hate In they feeling like bitches
Real shooters Clean the block like sum dishes
Yeah
like Playground I'm ready to slide
Don't shoot if you ain't ready to die
Wit wit the shit Keep the glock by my side
Real street nigga Got her mesmerize
She my lil rock like plies
Yeah
Cute face But just a lil vibe
Ass fat thick girls save lives
She mad cause the Junkies be calling my phone
Bad bitches I'm making them moan
Never caught lacking I stay wit my chrome
Taurus 40 and I bought it 2 tone
Real gas got me high like a drone
Smoke out the bag and I'm selling the zones
Me and preme we never clone
Tuned the studio to our mobile home
Pretty soon They gotta give us the throne
Or ima take wit the glock to his dome yeah



Credits
Writer(s): Deon Pumphrey
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