Lyrics:
to the
Looking at the media they say I got a baby
On the way by Nicki I'm
Thinking the media crazy
Young nigga getting to the money
Dreams Worth More Than Money it
down, yeah
Big guns, no noise, small guns, but they loud, yeah
AK's, MK's, SK's, okay
Pin drop, locate your place, drive by
I'm thinkin' drive by
work what you want i be taxing uh)
There go a opp trying drop 10 Spin on his block trying work tryin clock in
Ran out of gas pop a perc tryin lock in
the dark
I don’t need porn, by the way you be giving that top
Got me burning calories the way you making it drop.
- Chorus
Making it pop, Pussy on me,
don't wanna name drop
But you make my head pop
Yeah you do that nonstop
I just you need you next to me
(Next to me)
Riding round the city
(Riding round
voices
Screaming "Don't do it!"
It's like '93, '94, 'bout the year
That Big and Mack dropped and Illmatic rocked
Outta every rag drop
And the West had it
On the stage they strippin' now
Make it rain smackin' bitches
Asses till they booty drop
I train a bitch to show
All you lame bitches, you ain't hot
Fake
when he pop a pill
Hit the bank look like I robbed Chase
These niggas thinking that I signed a deal
Young Thirty I get it in foreal young Thirty nigga
silk to sew
We grow and take you back to like afros
And no quittin or gettin jumped by the system
Its all day, all play got verbs and such
And cuts
the street
We got beef with the pigs like Huey p all we see
Is brutality protests in city with Mysonne and Tamika Mallory
No justice no peace three fifths
socket
I just wanna see you pop lock and drop it
If you don’t wanna talk we can change the topic
You and I that’s a vibe yeah
Come and ride come and slide
I aim for the top
I ain't talking bout glocks now
If they gon' talk down
I might just pop out
Show 'em the chop sound
Got it on lock down
They say I
go?
Judging rap by race instead of the better flow
Who gives a fuck who made it, I penetrated and innovated
While they emulated, give a fuck if I'm
pull open don't even need a key
I'll just pop a top and drink to the last drop and drown my misery
Bangladesh
Pop a snapple, I (?) lay on my chest
All I had to do was get it there, she doin the rest
Take a L to the head, then we listen to flex
Yes, the black
should be wildin'
Don't need no stylist
To be stylin'
Shuffle
Pop lock
Dougie
Hammer time
Shuffle
Pop lock
Dougie
Hammer time
even though he can't swim
Lock 35
I'm throwing him in
Throwing em out
Hot box the drop top with the top down
And I do smoke bitch im airing it out
Them
Titties getting pop
Pussy getting pop
I just got a seal
I need every drop
Drink it by the four
Can you leave me lone
Going on a drill
I don't need the bros
We all got guns, we all got dogs
We all gon' make that trip to the morgue
We all find it harder to see through the fog
We all know the difference
tightly
As people in wellies delightedly splash
An umbrella man pops up his shop
But the crowd ignores
A taxi splashes as it drives by
The tourist loves
she can't stop (Can't stop)
I would love some champagne, oh pop. (Pa, pa)
If you hate on me
I can make you drop (Make you drop)
Dancing in the club with
a cheek pop out
You were ogglin' me
Hey
It's booty booty booty
Shorts all day
Booty shorts
Hey
I wear my
Booty shorts
All day
Won't be in
My way
I'm
outta my mind
Pop lock it
I pop it lock it I drop it
Ridin' round town with a rocket
You could get hit for just talkin'
Stuffin' these Romans all in my
digits
Drop the top in the coupe so they notice me in it
Watch my back while I pop my s*** all of yall h*** want a vibe like this
Please keep it solid
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