Pop Shit
ScHoolboy Q, Reason
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Yeah, uh Uh, yeah Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit Wait, ride with my block, ride with my steez, pop shit I ain't need help, I got the keys, locksmith F*ck who the best, I clean up mess, mop shit Get shit off my chest, I took too many steps, Rocket James Harden, my fame gone and my game Marvin When I get back, leave, and they all find us, I can't father Then a lot haters said I could, became your father That's just 'Pac shit, now I pop shit, Reason cockpits Wait, high as planes, my stock raised, let's be honest I was ballin' way before the bucks Feel like Giannis Antetokoumnpo These niqqas is too slow, found me a loophole Competition, I been takin' care of niqqas, it's a group home Stacks, been gettin' money, spittin' crack in inner cities Rap game, had to stick my foot in Like eenie-meenie-minie-moe to you niqqas Feel like the GOAT to you niqqas Also known as Prince of Del Amo to you niqqas, wait Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit (wait) Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit (yeah) Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit (wait, wait) Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit (yo) Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit (yo) Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit (uh, yo) Dance on my heels, mobbin' this still Plug in my wheel, dubs what I fear Ride for my tears, wait Die for my block, rise in that pot Lead to my opps, dead in that box Storms in my bop (woo) God in my rack, shells on that ass and I know it (yeah) How dare niggas speak my name and they ain't glowin'? (What?) Jumpin' up that big boy thing, the gun smokin' (uh) What's back seatin' when loccin', was no gimme Now benji, ay, it's Blueface, baby, and I'm greedy (Blueface baby) Keep eatin', uh chef boy groovy while y'all sleepin' Yo, we face the ay Nine years in it and still peakin', yo, let's go for ten, uh Belt snuggie, he got them M's, huh (Yeah) Benz, rim rub, big bank, the main shooter (shooter) The house, tulips palm trees, the crib Cuba (yeah) The ox bandit, black face, the crash landin' The gun toter, one dream, to win, solo (Brrt) Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit
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Written by: Quincy Matthew Hanley, Robert Lee Jr. Gill
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