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Pop Out Bros (feat. Miami Style)

by Moey B

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Had to dub back for da remix catch a nigga lackin on some sweet shit Live by da gun you gon die by it, I really practice wat I'm preachin Fareal tho and I really beat shit Hit a nigga up wit da AR leave a nigga stankin in da graveyard Fuck niggas always tryna play hard These niggas ain't hard these niggas fake hard Say dat shit again for em hit a nigga up wit da chopstick Tellin ass nigga on some cop shit think dat shit funny I am not IT Clown ass nigga say its up get popped quick Wipe em down wit da mop stick wipe a nigga down like a snotty nose Enie mini mighty mo say dat nigga gotta go adiós Slammin these niggas like dominoes blood on my feet Steppin on shit wit my Nikes on Finessin these niggas like two of um wish a nigga would try to do sum'n Fresh in this bitch like a new one hot boy shit Nigga fuck around and get blew up fareal Play da cut get stalked down fuck a drive by ima walk down Got my dawgs wit me, got my dawgs wit me Get stomped out hunnid niggas wit me don't run now First off ima big steppin ass nigga Put my foot on her neck while I'm stabbin dat pussy Ain't neva been friendly but my glock will like to know you Betta get ya mind right before I knock it off ya shoulder I was spinnin on niggas before dat shit became da lingo I'll hit a nigga block then spin dat bitch again If I can't find you ima put it on yo friend I don't really got no chill I'll put it on ya kid I'm da reaper in da flesh I be dreaming bout bodies I dun slept wit a knife woke up stabbin my pillow I dun got da witness whacked don't be tellin my bidness All this money made me chill I'll pay to get you zipped You my first round draft I can't wait to get you picked Steppas fouling niggas out quick to take em out da game Hottest in da city make da sun want shade Lived a brazy ass life before dey hauled me off to prison Niggas wanna be da plug but in da court room snitchin Tellin bout a body why da fuck you doing that Got a real long memory shit hard for me to forget Get killed before I get you ima dig you out da grave Ima real gravedigger I'll separate ya limbs I'm da biggest steppa ever nickname should be timbs Mack dun shot so many niggas I could make it my career And I ain't neva shot a shot that I ain't aim above da rim Set dat nigga up for da slam dunk Price tag on dat nigga head ima pay for it Errybody know that money talk Like I'm laughing all da way to da bank Bitch I'm bout to do my money walk These niggas too sweet Hit a nigga wit a dropkick when its time to step use 2 feet Bet a fuck nigga won't do shit I shoot shit that's true shit Put da scope on a nigga dats a headshot Hit da tattoo shop like I need another teardrop Big blood all my niggas playin wit them red dots Take a nigga's bitch guarantee I make her bed rock Guarantee I make her bed rock hit her from da back got her calling me Fred I don't want dat pussy just gimme dat head I don't want da pussy just gimme dat bread Mannn Moey B spare em you don't even gotta kill em I'll duct tape da nigga then throw em off da building Really feared on this murda shit nightmare on Christmas All this snitchin made me chill I'm a rapper now But I'll still fry a nigga like a skillet pot Thirteen years in da pen and I ain't neva fold Any case I dun caught I ain't neva told Got rich out da pen came home wit a M Bitches love Miami I get their pussy wet They be mad I got a girl like where yo bitch at Playing enie mighty mo when I'm picking out a gun Want da 5-5-7 or some shit that got a drum Put compressors on da front shit gon sing its gon hum Call it Honeykomb brazy when it fire it go puum I'll take a nigga's bitch from him Make my girl strap up and run a train on her On me fuck ya bitch til she pidget toed And I fuck like a G I be killin hos Mama walked in on me while I'm counting paypa I was adding shit up without a calculator First nigga be disloyal I refrigerate em Got em scared to come outside that's where da killas at Dat nigga say he from da hood but where ya niggas at Quick to clean a nigga house call me ajax I'll wipe ya hood down like windex And I got it off da stove out da pyrex Cooking hard white shit I'm Miami crocker And I ain't neva met a bitch Miami can't hit Make a nigga cuff his ho arrest dat bitch Cause I get her pussy wet wit dat aggressive shit And I'll hold her head down while I'm stabbin it Then make it disappear like a magic trick

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