Typical Rap Song 2

Pop it, pop it, pop it
Pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it (Augh)

Finna run for my dawgs
Blow the speaker in when I'm out in Soho
Where the ball playin' when I'm out in Soho
Bitch, don't call me up, we just fuckin' ball on 'em (Shh)
Just like Obama
Illuminati secrets, yeah, they don't want no drama
Did a ritual, huh, that nigga damn near died (Huh)
Hope that you believe in god (Believe in god, huh)
Crash that goddamn coupe, like I'm on LiveLeak
Sippin' on drank and bool
I got Balenci, that dime hit
Why my bands blue? Put 'em on an IV
Purp' all in my soda, nigga Illuminati (Yeaahh)

Pop it, pop it, pop it
Pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it (Pop it, pop it)

Take that, I'm just psychic
I can't lose, where my pistol?
Vetements shoe, Vetements shirt
All that Henny, you a dumbass nigga
You ain't run nothin' bitch, look at my bitch (Yeah)
I can't show no love, where that tummy tuck?
Sorry, not enough
Get yo' stacks up



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Writer(s): E K B
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