Lyrics:
heard "Poppin"
I'm outside with it on me blockin' (boom)
Went to Hells place with a couple bands and I just told my nigga Faucet
I take the wheel in
hear-a
Murder, the end of another life
By a drunk in a car, or a gun fight
Now that's wrong but the bullshits right
And day by day, we losin more babies
jeans and my tennis shoes
Get kicked out of my hotel room and sleep in the truck for a night or two
Blow all my money, have to call my dad and work two
forgetting shit
And to all y'all that switched, suck my dick (let's go)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, suck my dick
What? What?
You talking down
bouncers no police the coast will be clear
Feel my energy and remember me
Connection clear across all lands and seas
We supply what you demand
To hear a real
the sack
Nigga, let the weed smoke blow
I'm intoxicated trying to make a few hits in the head
Baby 'cause I be wilder, big baller, call up with quarter
come then you get stopped in the streets
It’s not like I was really born in these streets
But like these fly overs and bridges I gotta make my ends meet
What does God got against me
I've been doing stupid shit like
And selling
I even tried to rob a bitch that got
Raided by police
I'm just glad it
The Game-
Jim Jones swervin, i got that purple I blow
tight grip on the escalade pole
yeah harlem just like compton, thats just how i roll
red
leave your pistol on the car rim
My OG's done retired that's why the police never caught them
So get your money and get out, that's the lost gem
See,
and itches
Listen to my words are the sharpest cutting him regardless
So after the smoke turns to Ash I'll be tracking His innards the grass police say
hold, but freeze though, police hope/
You do something illegal - like deal coke - you seen blow?
Like Deep snow, we shut em down - Peaceful/
Bring your
Stepped on me but I let him
PJs on when I dead him
Teenager would've murked you
Mutant Ninja tekkers, I'm a turtle
Protected by my shell and I can shell
the sack
Nigga, let the weed smoke blow
I'm intoxicated trying to make a few hits in the head
Baby 'cause I be wilder, big baller, call up with quarter
and blow off your hat (bow, bow)
And tell probation, "They can suck their mum" (suck their mum)
Do you think I'm famous, I won't bust my gun?
Suck your
sleeping face-down in my
Apartment, and like all his friends I'm growing tired of his games...
And there's a homeless man arranging his hands, grooving
Brr
(It's a Trackman, bitch)
Uh, uh, uh
Oh, you havin' motion?
I don't wanna hear it, nigga, show it
Everything in my left pocket, I'll throw
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