Lyrics:
You man ain't seen greezy yet
All my mandem pop it off
Your man will fly off into the sky like easyJet
You can't threaten me with no badman talk
(Here we go)
Huh, piss me off, I piss back
S-sixty-nine, that's a 9 tucked right by my six pack
I'm with my slime, treat a toe tag like I treat
comes down to who's quick to draw first
Pay attention, prevention, ridin' off in a hearse
Mister X to the you know me
Thousand-dollar bitches wanna pop
girl do the pussy pop, pussy pop
Lick shots for the pussy pop, pop pop!
This bitch ain't got no pot to piss on
Keepin' it next to the name and her gun
niggas drop off
You wack niggas will feel when you hear my gun pop off
Get my rocks off, that's when I'm quick to knock your block off
And hold a gat
Aint nobody know me
Now they wanna make songs with me I dont wanna be your homie
Pop off aint nobody know me
They heard me on this song now they
with all that phony shit and gimmickin
Take me to the plug, I ain't goin' through no middleman
I'm tryna get the keys to the Beamer like I'm Beenie Man
Niggas won't creep these streets with me
'Cause you know fuckin' with these streets'll be
Make you wanna, then I'm gonna
'Cause I gotta, pop, pop
Niggas won't creep these streets with me
'Cause you know fuckin' with these streets'll be
Make you wanna, then I'm gonna
'Cause I gotta, pop, pop
on one, AR i was running wit a big gun
Yea i really been on one, Lay around pop a xan I was on one
Get fly Peter Pan i was on one, Freak hoe off the perc i
a lot of thing (fuck the nigga home, *gun shots*)
A matter fact he gettin potty trained
Livin with his momma man
Stressed and pain, no gain
No fame, for
left to me, the popcorn slinger, to pop off nigga
Callouses on my pop finger, pop off nigga
Pop through, throw the drop, kick the lock off dump
'Fore
Pop pop watching heathens drop
Got the guns I'm gonna keep em cocked
Imma shoot it
Let the bullets talk
Pop pop watching heathens drop
One more
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
them studio thugstas I'm...
[Bizzy]
willing and ready to ride
[Krayzie Bone]
I pop pop droppin' them niggas with the glock gun
Nigga, you best start
my nigga, I'm on my grind
Afraid of the dark, so I'm forced to shine
Let them guns blam, bitch, you know I am
I go Kanye, Jay-Z ham it's the summer
we swang
When I'm coming to serve ya
Wid the nine cocked and it's ready to pop
Lettin' off shots, Layzie be screamin' out
Murda, mo' murda
Mo'
we swang
When I'm coming to serve ya
Wid the nine cocked and it's ready to pop
Lettin' off shots, Layzie be screamin' out
Murda, mo' murda
Mo'
Sweet one whine it back one time
No stress how I'm living my life
Two gyal by my side in my bros dem ride
If it's beef then it's boom bye bye
Sweet
Smack your man down, you ran off
I was gonna hit him with two
I left some for you
I put four, QB rugged and raw
I got somethin' for these rap cats
Fish
left to me, the popcorn slinger, to pop off nigga
Callouses on my pop finger, pop off nigga
Pop through, throw the drop, kick the lock off dump
'Fore
And gun's on tour buses always belong to the rapper, uh
(Live by it you die by it)
My little man ride around strapped
Hunting for an OP he can catch
you off
Broad, with the cause (yeah) bitch on a mission
Keep them niggas by they nuts while you hoes be dick kissin
Missing the game, damn bitch it's
man
Got 50s in them TECs, 50s in them MACs man
30s in them Glocks, 17 shot Berettas, all that shit man
Sawed offs, pumps man what you want?
How you
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