One Pop

One Pop, pop one, not one, got two of them Who are them utes with their faces screwed up Bad one with a bubble but, we don't even fuck more time but she still wan' do stuff Anyhow man had enough, bro gun' bad him up Turn man's hoodie to a crew cut From kway I've been outside, used to hit dots in all black True Religion bootcuts I never been meady, and everything TT I still keep sweeties for the tuck shop You know Glizz greedy, I need the whole tree g I ain't runnin' in the crib for a one crop Stepped in looking bricked up with a ting tucked in my boxers ready for the jump off Two packs on my lap, we don't play out from the back Fuck a middle man send it straight up top Foreigns a coupes, my young boy a horrible ute Caught man slippin' overseas on holiday come let's spill some tropical juice Get money gang, I ain't dropping this work till the big belly land Still spin this whip on a ban, whip it till' it's so solid turn a brick Megaman And I don't need no runner Born a hustler just like my mudda Lyca got hot switched to the Lebara My Nokia toured in every London Borough Me and Dre still pebbling work, we went back to back like Baby and Gunna My killy, my bruce, my brudda Only one way out we ain't got not other One Pop, pop one, not one, got two of them Who are them utes with their faces screwed up Bad one with a bubble but, we don't even fuck more time but she still wan' do stuff Anyhow man had enough, bro gun' bad him up Turn man's hoodie to a crew cut From kway I've been outside, used to hit dots in all black True Religion bootcuts I never been meady, and everything TT I still keep sweeties for the tuck shop You know Glizz greedy, I need the whole tree g I ain't runnin' in the crib for a one crop Stepped in looking bricked up with a ting tucked in my boxers ready for the jump off Two packs on my lap, we don't play out from the back Fuck a middle man send it straight up top Gotta get it that way, right now the trap takes all of man's time IPhone been on DND for a week, but my Nokia hot you can holla man's line Anything that runs clean in foil in a 4 mile radius probably mine My GG went n' got on his grind, now the pavement shakes when we hop in this ride Big back like a HMP TV, sweetie I ain't no average guy I see my man doing up badboy, inna real life let the mad ting slide Dark or gold, the barbies know that I'm action man when it's action time Last year had a fantastic line, big belly and they ain't taxing mine One Pop, pop one, not one, got two of them Who are them utes with their faces screwed up Bad one with a bubble but, we don't even fuck more time but she still wan' do stuff Anyhow man had enough, bro gun' bad him up Turn man's hoodie to a crew cut From kway I've been outside, used to hit dots in all black True Religion bootcuts I never been meady, and everything TT I still keep sweeties for the tuck shop You know Glizz greedy, I need the whole tree g I ain't runnin' in the crib for a one crop Stepped in looking bricked up with a ting tucked in my boxers ready for the jump off Two packs on my lap, we don't play out from the back Fuck a middle man send it straight up top