Pop It (feat. Slimeball237)

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Big Chapo

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(Fee-fah, and I'm 40, hopin' that I don't get high)
(This ain't no T-U-I)
(Just wanna take a strive through your garden)
(Your garden, mmn, your garden)

That hoe was at the green, I made 'em give it up
Bet not catch you out of bounds my nigga, you can not be slippin' up
Tryna run up all my racks so we can ride around in Bentley trucks
We got 2.23's and ARPs, it really ain't no spinnin' us

Pick and read, yeah, we hoppin' on the road, yeah, we gon' get it
Yeah, they talkin' all that shit in disses, boy, they ass ain't spinnin'
And we gettin' booked at the trap, my niggas know we winnin'
And we pullin' with the Glocks in my bag, you niggas know we gettin' it

Yeah, yeah, turned that bitch over and f*ck her with my chains on
Yeah, if he want smoke, well Chapo, drop that stain on
He cannot come in the spot, my niggas gang, he can't hang though
Bitch, I came up from slimin' niggas, now my name known

Yeah, I got that bag, I spend it on her, yeah, cause she so pressure
I got 7.62's, not no 9's, they gon' flex ya'
And I got a shooter to the left, if you touch me, boy, don't test me
Hit 'em with that big blicka, use it, fix it, my niggas don't do wrestlin'

Aye, no, we ain't wrestlin' with these niggas
I'm just uppin' with my blick
And niggas broke, so they be hatin'
And see me winnin', got 'em sick

Yeah, I double up on all my drip
I go designer for my bitch
My bro get active with that switch
Pop a yerk to make 'em twitch

Real deal P, I can't never trip about no bitch
Yeah, they gon' f*ck whoever they want, no need to stress about that shit
Everything you see me with wasn't easy, nigga, I'm blessed with all this shit
Just stack my pape, stay out the mix

I grab the chop and make it glitch
Damn, like how the f*ck you think you can run from 5.56?
I call up Tee and he got 30 in that 9, and he won't miss
I stack some money, but I still need me some mo', no, I ain't rich

I might go day to day, my fit
Yeah, post some pictures for yo' bitch
No, I ain't need to make a diss, you send a lo', that bitch get bent
Got 30 shots up in this Glock, a nigga play, bet 30 sit

I'm rappin' for my health, knowin' I don't get paid for none of this shit
I spank 'em with no belt, you playin' a dangerous game you get in this

(Fee-fah, and I'm 40, hopin' that I don't get high)
(This ain't no T-U-I)
(Just wanna take a strive through your garden)
(Your garden, mmn, your garden)

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