Pop (feat. Rico Nasty)

Ol' f-face, punk-rock b-
Nah-nah-nah, yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah, uh
I've been gettin' money back then
Making plays, top ten, uh
Look at me, the 'Rari backed in, hmm
Yeah, I was patched in, uh
Hella million sold, no friends (no, no)
B-, I was locked in, uh (yeah, yeah)
Leveled up, n-, popped in
N-, popped in, n-, popped in, n-, popped in, n-, popped in
N-, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop

Pop, n-, pop, n-
Pop, n-, pop, n-
Pop, n-, pop, n-
Pop, n-, pop, n-
Pop, n-, pop, n-
Pop, n-, pop, uh
Gang activities, n-
(Pop, pop, pop)
Suu, uh, uh
Ah, uh

I probably shouldn't walk where I walk, n-
Socked out, watch the way you talkin' when you talk, n- (uh)
Yeah (got me f- up, look)
I'm snatching n- wave caps off, gang tats off
F- yo' set, hat get soaked
Spilled that yolk, Figg Side
F- that boy, we smoke that boy (yeah)
Chase him down, do that boy, we left that boy (ah)

Get buck, get buck, get buck, get buck
Get buck, get buck, buck, buck
Get buck, get buck, get buck, get buck, uh (suu)

What we talkin' 'bout, huh?
Gang sh-, I invented that, huh?
I'm real as they- come on, look
Just got the Wraith, damn, I scratched it up
I guess, the Bentley truck, I'm killin' they act, uh
Get one in yo' back, b-, one in yo' hat, huh
We sellin' it max, n-, keepin' it packs
To Russia and back, n-
China to Europe, Europe to Africa, black

So run me my stacks, uh, two million in that, n-
Three million in that, four million in that, n- (ayy)
Put fifty in that, n-, a hunnid in this, I never could miss
N-, we jump out that b-, yeah, check off the list
You rappin' this, n-, we really do this
P-, you really's a b-

N- pop
Dime piece, fo' piece, cop that
Bad b-, can't speak
She can't help it (yeah)
N- pop, n- pop, n- pop
N- pop, n- pop, n- pop (pop, pop, pop, pop)
N- pop, n- pop, n- pop (yeah)

Dime piece, fo' piece, cop that (pop, pop, pop)
Bad b-, can't speak (woo!)
She can't help it (let's go)
N- pop, n- pop, n- pop
N- pop, n- pop, n- pop (pop, pop, pop, pop)
N- pop, n- pop

Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop
Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop n- (yeah) (gang sh-, suu)
Pop, n-, pop, n-
Pop, n-, pop, n-
N- pop, n- pop, n- pop

I ain't poppin' my sh-, I keep a spear
I'm fresh as a mint, I'm hard as cement
You can't leave a dent, demolish him, finish him
We gon' belittle him, don't f- with little men
I'm not the middle man, b- was watchin'
You gotta be kidding me, riddle me this
How many times I gotta tell y'all motherf-?
Start feeling this sh-



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Writer(s): Jason Kevin Pounds, Jocelyn Donald, Quincy Matthew Hanley, Mario Luciano, Maria Cecilia Simone Kelly, Elliot Dubock, Donnte Perkins
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