Pop Run

Okay, YDC Shun

Yeah, I miss and I love you (huh?)

I miss and I love you

I miss and I love you too

I'll make sure I call you back (oh yeah, oh yeah) (okay)

I'm saying they gon' kill me, I'm still waiting for what to happen

I can't believe my brother dad I'm stuck, and I refuse to panic (okay)

They forcing me to leave, I ride the crash turn off the track

On God, I hate to argue, I'm the type to tell a bitch you got it

I blew my gun no matter my shot somebody come fuel me on (okay)

This purple shit control my sleep, somebody come spew the code

I lost myself but still not hard to find, ain't giving up

Not too many had held my hand while I was down, they didn't give up, okay

Dobbs gon' try to come killin' before I get rich, can't go

Push on the side of the commas shooting the whip 'til that bitch can't move no more

I know he here, ain't enough for the ****, I'm throwing some more (ah)

I'm laughin' while chasin' him down, he ain't in his shoes no more (okay)

My leather bitch drive the boat, don't grab the wheel and turn the y'all

I mean, this shit look like Christmas, red and green, got no, ain't no duck in this style

I'm half away, I'm constantly checking to bury my pockets, feel it when I

I found my butt, this bitch keep giving me vibes, don't think you would die, it's nothing

I'm hoping they holding it down, everybody been down, but I been out of town

Already knew what it was, I be yawning for sure, I be happy to make one frown

No cocky shit, better know my top is a bit unlimited round

It ain't no stopping this, you only can watch me, bitch, come get me now

The Jake's coming, turn the lights off, investigation room

I wave them off, no way I might talk (don't even speak)

How off the pills is hard to fight off

Just know I roam the rack, 'round with my gun, don't even look for me, won't hear me creep

I'm saying they gon' kill me, I'm still waiting for what to happen

I can't believe my brother died, I'm stuck, and I refuse to panic (okay)

They forced me to leave, I ride the crash, turn off the traction

On God, I hate to argue, I'm the type to tell a bitch you got it

I blew my gun, no matter my shot, somebody come feel me, yo

This purple shit control my sleep, somebody come spew the code

I lost myself, but still not hard to find, ain't giving up

Not too many hand held my hand while I was down, ain't giving up, okay

Dobbs gon' try to come killin' before I get rich, can't go

Push on the side of the commas shooting the whip 'til that bitch can't move no more

I know he here, ain't enough for the ****, I'm throwing some more (ah)

I'm laughin' while chasin' him down, he ain't in his shoes no more (c'mon)