Pop Ups

Ima come on this bitch like I'm so much of a Bleeda you heard me My producer raise you bitch ass n---as Whole lot of Bleeda shit On my Glocka I do pop ups All these n---as is pussies When we pop up we gone drop some And you can't hang around with me if you ain't never shot nothing Nope we just leave his things and we make these pussies mouth guard Make him shake like a maraca lift souls I'm a Marriott She a real hoe at the pole tell her hold on You know I got my pole it's for sure I can't go without You know I'm living wrong But I got it on my own so in my eyes I feel I'm living right Go to the front of the store would see bowl remember sleepless nights You know that I was four when I witnessed my first homicide You could see the blood in my eyes I ain't gotta cry no more You must ask me how we fucked over ole boy Death around the corner I be asking thank God If you ain't kill for bro then what you got a gun for Shooting just like Ginóbili, head shots, porn star Bitch get on her knees and she get me all in her throat Plus she eat that dick with ease making faces like she croaking If I want the drop then she gone come give me your lo(cation) Location Always tell what they think Don't tell what they really know baby I stay true Because you Because you been moving slowly Bank account been going off but swear that bitch gone be the juice Ain't have to ask to fuck her but I know she want fuck me too If I see an opp in the dorm it won't be right N---a took my fucking bleeda now I can't sleep right You ain't got to tell me take my lead I know who going to war I just dress in brands girl my guy got a cigar They say my life a movie I don't feel it reality gone I ain't fucking with them mice don't be mad at me cause I'm in the field I'm tryna up the score and make sure that a pussy gone Load up the glock and let it blow Always tell what they think don't tell what they really know baby I was taught to never tell what you know