Lyrics:
Let me chill and pop a pill, on your head like Reggie Mille
I ain't mean to do you dirty, got the message, but who heard me in them streets
Shoot like
(Verse 1)
Inside this little bubble, I pop off
Outside this little bubble, heart stop.
It’s all much, too much heat, on the mind, in the eyes,
many bars I got 3 songs for each town
Yeah that's 3 songs in each town
Get the fuck down or stay prepared for the beat down
You might see me chill with
Where my dirtbagz at?
(Way up from the dirty south)
Where my dirtbagz at?
(From the east to the west and way around)
Where my dirtbagz at?
(If you
of it
Those who spoke of love have suffered killed by the public
Men are suckers thus subject to be puppets
And are suckered much by little or nothing
and slipped
Time is floating by take control of your ship it's time to grow
Before you go I'm screaming Momma know I love you
Before you go I'm screaming Pop's
switch my ski
Like how the fuck these niggas makin' songs that block getting beats
If you ain't tryna take a soul, don't hop up in this load
Like why
That Charlie Sedarka was a-playing the piano
Like he was pawing a dirty book
He bit a hole in his big bottom lip and gave his
Very best little boy
That Charlie Sedarka was a-playing the piano
Like he was pawing a dirty book
He bit a hole in his big bottom lip and gave his
Very best little boy
Of
Some pain
Some change
And some say
A little bit of rage
Broken mirror, reflect
Bout worth a million, I bet
Shit gets so real like Pop's said
Oh shit,
[Chorus]
I'm smokin dro, choppin o's
Beat knockin with the big blaze choppin nigga
I'mmmm smokin dro, choppin o's
Ridin dirty, candy paint lookin
(yeah, Twin I see you, my nigga)
With my little dirty niggas!
That nigga P is thug enough to
Rep' QB from Long Island
Hempstead niggas thug their way
dirty now I never wanna face you oh
Just like my steps inside my head I can't retrace you though
Just like some nicotine little baby yeah I feen for you
shit looking curvy
Yo nigga a junky he popped him a perky
I'm in the Stu wit Leek
If you hear this song put this shit on repeat
Put on repeat
Little boy
As the sun goes down
The moons comes up
As the stars shine bright telescope we Looking up
I got angles by my side but I got Demons that's with us
I
My niggas I'll hustle to pay the judge
Got you when I spot you I should pop you
Even the boss was telling me not to
But I won't stop until they get
anaconda
So she make the thing pop like a belly dancer
And like a lollipop, I give her Willy Wonka
She say she want more, she tell me give her non stop
to remember me by
And i know there isnt much to remember me by
So here you go i wrote this song
To try and make up for my wrongs
And anything i say
Cant make
your face before"
It was my homie's pops, shirt dirty, pants tore
He had a 40 in his hand, left a little swallow
He said, "Young-ass nigga," and then
fooled by our facade
You done street shit
Old beef shit I never squashed
What if I was in that
Wheelchair instead of Josh?
Thinkin' what if Pop Smoke
and the last thing you want to do is take a picture
But seriously, my little girl loves you
She's always singing, 'I'm gonna pop some tags'
I'm not kidding,
[Chorus]
They know I'm crazy by the flow
N-gga never lazy 'bout my dough, dough, dough
I'm in the flesh but I'm quest for mo'
Bizzy, Wish, & baby
thuggish minds turned out by the street
I couldn't see it while I was outside slangin my rocks
servin' death to my people, commitin the ultimate evil
pop it don't stop in that dirty south
Burn up the whole block that's what this here be bout
Niggas living lowless, niggas labeled heartless
Gone see who
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