Pop Up (feat. JDK)
TrenchBxby JR
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(Haaa) (Yeah) (Damn Weepy) (You already know who da) (Who the f*ck it is) (Nigga) (Yeah) (Haaa) I'm finna act up, only thing I care about is being racked up Treat a nigga like my son, he'll get smacked up They done put him in a box, he done got packed up Most of the niggas y'all think hard, really act tough I'll get that nigga gone for a pair of buff's As you can tell, I'm the type that don't care about stuff I got a real poker face, I still want bluff Let's drop the music, got the murder rate risin Bought a problem, we was tryna seek, never hide I know how to cock the stick while I'm drivin I caught an op and now he dead on the highway He got killed on the 13th, it was a Friday He got killed for a petty band, it was a light cake They askin' how I get money, bitch, crime pay's Just tryna leave a legacy that won't fade It's either JDK, John, or no name We gettin' money off the drugs, we don't need the fame This shit just fallin' in the place, I already got a lane I'm gettin' money by myself, I just need the bank They know the lyrics to my songs before I drop it My brother gave me a high five when I popped it And they'll never ever know who really shot it These niggas get famous and get to tellin Spotemgottem Yeah, bitch, you already, ha, ha Who the f*ck the it is, huh? Bitch, yeah Takin' over your fuckin' shit, ha No cap, when I rap, boy, that shit ain't no cap, ha Ha Yeah, come on Told bro, I'm tryna get a hat, send that nigga home If a nigga play with us, we gon' hit his dome And that nigga brother in my pack, yeah, that nigga gone I run up on the opp, be like, nigga, what you on If a nigga tryna beef, then you know it's gon' be on Talk bro, I ain't fuckin' with that bitch no more And if the opps keep playin', then they boutta up the sco Never mind, I ain't got no opps, these niggas act like hoes They ain't no real blower, boy, that's a fake pole Nigga tried to look through my crib, yeah, shot him through the peephole 12 ain't gon' happen, cause these niggas really slow How the f*ck is you gon' slide when you don't got no pole Even if the light red, then I'm still on fuckin' go I move on quick, I just wanna fuckin' go Told bro, grab the pop, I'm tryna pour up a four I don't want you for body, I just want the throat I ain't tryna argue with no bitch, you can hit the door How the f*ck is you bleedin' and you throwin' up the four How the f*ck is you in the camp and you don't know what to throw Told JDK that you know this shit finna blow Let a f*ck nigga play with me while I'm in that cell, bitch I get a f*ck nigga poked in that bitch Boutta pray to God, cause you might not make it through the night Boy, I call this bitch a shank, yeah, this ain't no fuckin' knife If a nigga keep on playin', then I might take his life Catch a nigga in the cat, yeah, shoot him nine times
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