Lyrics:
I can't stop cause I rock like that I can't stop cause I rock like that
I can't stop cause I rock like that Hear the sound of a gun when it pop like
the can of whoop ass with the Shady Aftermath lid
You pop off the top, it's like opening vats of acid
Beat the Octomom to death with a Cabbage Patch Kid
my gun home, here borrow mine
Pop the nine like a judge "All rise"
This gun'll knock plants off tall guys
We value-packs, y'all small fries
Yo, I'm
Stan, Stan, son, listen, man, dad isn't mad
But how you gonna name yourself after a damn gun and have a man bun?
The giant's woke, eyes open, undeniable
I' pop a wheelie on that Yamaha, I pop a wheelie on that Yamaha
I pop a wheelie on that Yamaha, I pop a wheelie on that Yamaha
Nola cruisin' through
GOD AND GUNS
WE LAY BY CHOPPAS
BITCH WE SHOOT FOR FUN
WONT HAVE NO ONE’s
YOU CAME TO JUMP
ILL EMPTY ALL MY GUNS
COME DRAW THE CHALK
BITCH WHAT YOU
pop (Three!)
Yeah, uh
Uh, yeah
Drop the gun
Walking out
Of this war zone
Not the one
But you scanning me
Up and down
Like I got a barcode
Saw your
happening man? What's happening?)
(nigga, I'ma pop this mothafucka)
(You wanna trip fool?)
(Nigga, what's happening nigga fool?)
(Nigga fuck sitting
We gon'
a tiny hiney they get whiny whiny
So guard your girl, Harlem World, cock the gun, pop it son
Fila fam, illa players, Killa Cam is still the man
Uptown
Cause I don't know shit
No comment
Who saw the gun being drawn
Man I don't know shit
Who saw the kid get shot
I don't know shit
Who saw the car peel off
with lil Zayy
I won't hide, by my glock and pop out no delay
On my side they gon send them shots out It aint safe
Put a nigga in the wood Take a hit
hearin' 'em
(This America man)
Blasted off a tab yeah I'm tweakin' already
Heard there's a party at The Lodge, gotta start sippin' steady
Yeah I been in
nuh
Di place did start off right
Buju walk a freedom real nice
Den beenie seh di six dem strike
Cah di six never perform a summa sizzle night
But six
and the weapons out
Pops you told yo son to take the man route, since you’ve been gone to baby boy turned to a man now
These niggas begging put yo hands down, pops
a lot of y'all
Trying to disrespect a nigga
Talking about Guns
But aint man enough to pull the trigger
Look at my eyes
Right and then you just going
in my heart from when my mans died
All I gotta say is check the score we winning by a landslide
Can't be out here, lackin' that's, that shit that got
sit wit us
If I see my nigga drop the ball I be right behind em and I pick it up
How you a witness to yo nigga falling off but ain't right there to lift
By the ghetto
Was taught young to pop the medal
That's how shit get settled
Learn to cook up the coke
Never leave home without toast
Learn to fly
a booster, if I ain't got no bands
A'ight
Player
Let me pop it what I say
Mai ling callin', go hit the road, jack get off your ass
I'm really up in saccs
playin', knock it off, you're not 2Pac
You'll get popped poppin' all that shit you pop
Now, we can get past the mean mugs and get to the slugs
me jump on this track and get busy
N.O.R.E. man I got you let me roll up the splizzy
Good grippy, that's all I expect
Now I'm a set it off like I'm
my heart going numb
I pray to my GOD and I pray to my GUN
Ima run the shit up give a hunnit to my SON
I was down bad had to get off my ass as a man
than ever
So let's make this bond, to keep this hip-hop strong
You a man, Baby Pop, you know right from wrong
So stay out of trouble, and that goes
She built like a mascot,man im from The same block unfortunate nigga
Surrounded by havenots if you show Your stash spot you better off dead
Put a hole
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