Been Popped Out
How you smoking' my dawg you ain't met him?
Bro got nervous he clutched the Beretta
Nico told me to change for the better
But they tryna kill me I won't let em
In the city I'm popped out wherever
I know my youngin' a dog told 'em "Get 'em!"
You say you got steppers then send 'em
Throw dirt on my name I wont defend it
I told that bitch mind her manners
I could fuck she ain't meeting my standards
They don't ID me I don't need a lanyard
Like Kyrie this ain't too much to handle
I lowkey might go to Atlanta
So I could go visit Savannah
Kicked the cup but I might sip the Fanta
Bitch I'm lit I just fucked me a dancer
I just want me a new cullinan
Look at the stars while your bitch gets to touching it
I treat my bitch like a opp
I choose my target then I get to bussin' it
Invite a hoe to the crib
If she ain't fucking us then she ain't coming in
Fuck you and fuck who you runnin' with
We got the lo' guarantee that we coming jit
Aye
Bro swung the door and jit tried to get low
But he fell so my nigga stood over him
I witnessed my bro pop his pole while he losing his soul
and he left the crime scene with a colder him
All of my niggas popped out in the city
They keep them a sheisty so you will not know its them
All of yo' niggas be poor as the fuck
Keep a pole in my car you don't know what I got in there
I'm too high to focus
Baby I'm scared to show emotion
I'm a thug you know it
If you really want my love then show me
How you smokin' my dawg you ain't met him?
Bro got nervous he clutched the Beretta
Nico told me to change for the better
But they tryna kill me I won't let em
I told that bitch mind her manners
I could fuck she ain't meeting my standards
They don't ID me I don't need a lanyard
Like Kyrie this ain't too much to handle
I lowkey might go to Atlanta
So I could go visit Savannah
Kicked the cup but I might sip the Fanta
Bitch I'm lit I just fucked me a dancer
I lowkey might go to Atlanta
So I could go visit Savannah
Kicked the cup but I might sip the Fanta
Bitch I'm lit I just fucked me a dancer
I'm too high to focus
Baby I'm scared to show emotion
I'm a thug you know it
If you really want my love then show me
Bro got nervous he clutched the Beretta
Nico told me to change for the better
But they tryna kill me I won't let em
In the city I'm popped out wherever
I know my youngin' a dog told 'em "Get 'em!"
You say you got steppers then send 'em
Throw dirt on my name I wont defend it
I told that bitch mind her manners
I could fuck she ain't meeting my standards
They don't ID me I don't need a lanyard
Like Kyrie this ain't too much to handle
I lowkey might go to Atlanta
So I could go visit Savannah
Kicked the cup but I might sip the Fanta
Bitch I'm lit I just fucked me a dancer
I just want me a new cullinan
Look at the stars while your bitch gets to touching it
I treat my bitch like a opp
I choose my target then I get to bussin' it
Invite a hoe to the crib
If she ain't fucking us then she ain't coming in
Fuck you and fuck who you runnin' with
We got the lo' guarantee that we coming jit
Aye
Bro swung the door and jit tried to get low
But he fell so my nigga stood over him
I witnessed my bro pop his pole while he losing his soul
and he left the crime scene with a colder him
All of my niggas popped out in the city
They keep them a sheisty so you will not know its them
All of yo' niggas be poor as the fuck
Keep a pole in my car you don't know what I got in there
I'm too high to focus
Baby I'm scared to show emotion
I'm a thug you know it
If you really want my love then show me
How you smokin' my dawg you ain't met him?
Bro got nervous he clutched the Beretta
Nico told me to change for the better
But they tryna kill me I won't let em
I told that bitch mind her manners
I could fuck she ain't meeting my standards
They don't ID me I don't need a lanyard
Like Kyrie this ain't too much to handle
I lowkey might go to Atlanta
So I could go visit Savannah
Kicked the cup but I might sip the Fanta
Bitch I'm lit I just fucked me a dancer
I lowkey might go to Atlanta
So I could go visit Savannah
Kicked the cup but I might sip the Fanta
Bitch I'm lit I just fucked me a dancer
I'm too high to focus
Baby I'm scared to show emotion
I'm a thug you know it
If you really want my love then show me
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Writer(s): Chris St-juste
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