Lyrics:
and let yo' G homey get in
Glocs of Velveeta, yep I'm off the meter
Ride by and see ya with my hands on a heater
Wanna be like the O but you act like
deeper, Ms. Dawson
Baby, let's go, woah, woah
Baby, you know, woah, woah
She don't wanna do it
She don't wanna do it
But her clothes already off
She might
Jordans like I'm J.R Smith
Cross Jordan hit a jumper on my A.I shit
I ain't fucking with a bitch she can pay my rent
Ray Allen like I'm Jesus that's all net
cheese
So let's talk about Swizz (Swiss)
No, let's not make up a whole bunch
Of lies to get by Cass'
No he didn't sign you over me
Let's not lie Cass'
When
Parker
Michelle Laquan McDonald, George, man
Tanisha Anderson, Akhee, that's my fam
We all kin, no matter the color of your skin
Tamir Rice jermaine Read,
ever since Ray Parker sang with Radio
Your style is played out like a two-tone down goose
You couldn't converse if you had fucking react juice
So hold
your man
Somethin' like Kris Parker
My Uzi weigh a ton
Hundred niggas on the track
Then you know I'll be the one
To tell niggas to suck cock
Run and get
love to get paid man
See a peng ting she a real temptation (Wagwan)
What else can I say man?
Heavy box, smelling off, let it off let it off off
Spin
brain, brain like trivia
I got a black bitch and a red bitch
I call them hoes Aunt Vivian, uh
Chopper knock your face off
Black shades, Ray Charles
I
a mu'fuckin' PIMP, 3 dimes with me
I bowto never let a biatch get me
And never have my pockets empty
Never forget Pac and Biggie
I'm a gangsta baby, 1-2-3 eighty
Written by: Darryl Hop Hill Jr.
[CHORUS]
Pop out , pop out (and let's go, let's go)
Pop out , pop out (and let's go, let's go)
Pop out , pop out
Intro:
Yo
Why do we live in a world
Where we let this happen so often
We got to change that
Verse 1:
It’s about time these loud cries get heard
Drag Race
Written By Andre Davis Jr
Hook:
Get to the bag aye/
Hop out the jag aye/
Money come fast aye/
Like it’s a drag race/
Sonnin these niggas,
away.
Mindless fucking morons sit before the set,
Being fed the mindless rubbish they deserve to get.
Can't switch off big brother, they've lost all
that, that that that nigga that sweat my shit
I say say say, "Black get off the 'zack,
You block my urinal tract"
I gotta go pee-pee, yo you don't
in the gutter and walk on by
Wake up, little Suzie, let's go for a drive
Cross the Trinity River, let's keep hope alive
Turn the radio on, don't
riding with firearms cocked
Fire bomb box, set up by your mom's block
Go off on time, 'cause it's wired by alarm clock
I get his legs, you grab him by
tipsy
Telly on packing tubs like dipsy some man are off the yeyo off the laa laa
Laugh and charge the zaza
Mary Jane in cling wrapped like Peter Parker
will outlast cash
You get respect by bein creative
And yes a native to your audience, so you know reality
In other words, if you ain't a gangsta
the sex great
I kick dem hoes off but let the money stay
Makin' love to the money like a sextape
I'm talkin' Kim K I'm talkin' Ray J
Makin' love
the Ray Phantom off of raw fish
My main bitch is like Bonnie Parker
My side bitch is like Clyde Barrow
They start to shoot you up shit's creek without
it then I meant it, bitch
I keep the same energy
I'm rave hearted
No days off, make the pay larger
I'm blind to an opp like I'm Ray Charles
I'm lit
Damn
Ms.Parker finer then a motherfucker
Damn
I knocked the dust off that pussy
Hi Ms. Parker
Hi Boys
When you gonna let me fuck Ms. Parker
Where it
this shit up by so I spend by myself nigga fuck all the help
Yeah
I feel just like Tony when he jumped off the boat
Gotta get me some dope cause I
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