BULLET WITH YOUR NAME ON IT Ft. Dee Boi & ClicKlak

None my Homies going broke cause being down bad can’t bear to see it

He was popping politics

I turned him to a paraplegic

Had these pistols painting pentagrams

He popped a Percocet

If I pop this pistol one more time it’s gonna disperse the chest

paper trail

They was praying I fall off

It ain’t prevail

man the pavement on the road I made done made its way to hell

I take PayPal

rolls of pennies

then go pay the bail

you can’t play pal

Eyeball the work

they thought I hate the scale

play with Pimp

play with Pablo

I paint the walls with red

man he bled so much

They thought he took a paintball to the head

Police pulled me over

Paparazzi I don’t talk to feds

rather go to jail than ever take that paperwork to bed

presidential Rolex

fly to the Pacific Coast

he take painkillers just to cope

because you can’t kill a ghost

we do drop offs at the spot

then we pick up at the post

I could pick apart his game and pin him up against the ropes

Word to my palm reader

I was destined for this paper.

poorer in my past life

I guess that god respond to prayers

 You could hate the game

and how it’s played

but you can’t hate the player

At the playoffs on the bench cuz u a participator

I just jumped off the plane, I’m right back in the game/

I Cartier my frames but my hoe ain’t got no name/

A bad pretty thing,she like tuci and cocaine/

Im just sitting at the table eating sushi and lo mein/

With Chopsticks I pop shit, karate chop, drop kick/

Heavy metal rock shit, lean wit it rock bitch/

Well seasoned like Dan Os, weed stronger than thanos/

Loading up all my ammo, no tenors we the sopranos/

My life look like a mafia flick/

I only fuck wit made men you know that mafia shit/

And Really All we ask is trust, so don’t cross me and shit/

Or they gon have you playin cards with jimmy hoffa and shit/

You know Sleep wit the fishes, I’m sleep wit my mistress/

She crushing percocets leaving dust all on the dishes/

A couple dogs wit me and all of em viscous/

A genie wit da beanie, pull up and get yo wishes/

You know how we comin

Pop it don’t stop it

We want all the money

Pop it don’t stop

We ain’t gotta option

Pop it don’t stop it

Pop it don’t stop it

Poppin

We don’t smoke the mid

We smoke the top end

Pulling strings playin with my drum

That’s how we rocking

Get your numbers up

You called my phone so what you coppin

Get your numbers up you called my phone so what you coppin