Different Color Pops
Different color pops, I sip the wok but I sip Trish too
When you getting money seem like Niggas be against you
And I sipped the Ac but that Morton hold a special place
I just spent bout 2k on attachments for the fucking drac
Niggas say they want the smoke with us until it's war with us
Now that pussy boy some Angel dust
Thought that boy had came for us, pussy boy you shouldn't have
Fuck around and lose ya they gone find ya hoe ass inna grass
It's a drought up in yo city, me and gang done brought the ocean
Foe nem clenching on nem glizzys up in traffic, watch yo motions
All you niggas onna net be steady cappin bout them backends
All my niggas stuck in them trenches and we still bringing them racks in
Bought my freak lil bitch a Patek, she know how to throw it backwards
All these niggas they be acting, send my crew out with them cameras
And Ian talking pictures, talking big clips out them cannons
Trynna turn em to a track star, trynna turn them boys to dancers
I think that lil boy shitted when we hit em, get a pamper
I told lil bro toss the hammer, he say that's his trophy gun
Know some bitches did more time in slammers than you niggas done
Told my bitch let's make a OnlyFans, that pussy one of one
I made it out them trenches, I went back and brought my niggas with me
Slam dunk a bitch like Ja, she thought I brought the Grizzles with me
I get love everywhere, you know the city locked in with me
Still sticked up when I ride in case you trynna get up with me
Fuck is these niggas talking bout
When you getting money seem like Niggas be against you
And I sipped the Ac but that Morton hold a special place
I just spent bout 2k on attachments for the fucking drac
Niggas say they want the smoke with us until it's war with us
Now that pussy boy some Angel dust
Thought that boy had came for us, pussy boy you shouldn't have
Fuck around and lose ya they gone find ya hoe ass inna grass
It's a drought up in yo city, me and gang done brought the ocean
Foe nem clenching on nem glizzys up in traffic, watch yo motions
All you niggas onna net be steady cappin bout them backends
All my niggas stuck in them trenches and we still bringing them racks in
Bought my freak lil bitch a Patek, she know how to throw it backwards
All these niggas they be acting, send my crew out with them cameras
And Ian talking pictures, talking big clips out them cannons
Trynna turn em to a track star, trynna turn them boys to dancers
I think that lil boy shitted when we hit em, get a pamper
I told lil bro toss the hammer, he say that's his trophy gun
Know some bitches did more time in slammers than you niggas done
Told my bitch let's make a OnlyFans, that pussy one of one
I made it out them trenches, I went back and brought my niggas with me
Slam dunk a bitch like Ja, she thought I brought the Grizzles with me
I get love everywhere, you know the city locked in with me
Still sticked up when I ride in case you trynna get up with me
Fuck is these niggas talking bout
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Writer(s): Markese Mccaster
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