Purple Popcorn

Pop yo shit, get in the mix
Im gon flex up, tryna racks up
Pop yo shit

Pop yo shit
Pop yo shit
Pop yo

Pop yo shit, get in the mix
Im gon flex up
Tryna get racks up
Pop yo shit
Serving these bags
I got my racks up
Bitch im tryna pop one
I gotta keep 2 guns
A nigga might take 1
Get shot in his face huh
Riding around like its stolen, take yo bitch with motion
facing me a three five, high as hell rolling
She got to throwing ass on me, glock poked her
Where you at, I was running from 12 I was solo
Why you change your color on me you just like mike
I stop trusting with this glock the dick turned her dyke
Stop the bitching and the tripping I swear im too High
but ill be trippin if I was you and one of my niggas died
Its a couple 1000 to hit my line
You on top but do you grind
I buss this bitch I will not fight
I pop my shit and thats tonight

Pop yo shit, get in the mix
Im gon flex up
Tryna get racks up
Pop yo shit
Serving these bags
I got my racks up
Bitch im tryna pop one
Pop yo shit, get in the mix
Im gon flex up
Tryna get racks up
Pop yo shit
Serving these bags
I got my racks up
Bitch im tryna pop one



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Writer(s): Zeezy Franklin
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