POPTHATRUNK

Bubble bath, and grip my .44 up off the dresser Now I'm finna go up on a fuckin' spree, a fuckin' spree (dwilly, I'm scared) Bubble bath, and grip my .44 up off the dresser Now I'm finna go up on a fuckin' spree, spree, spree, spree (ayy, ayy) I might shoot it, get the .44 and pop the trunk Like, what the fuck? These bitches goofy, do the most, but fuck it, but fuck it Runnin', poppin' 'cause I know he wanna try to do shit Pistol got it, watch it, stoppin' bullets, .30 keep it in, can't stop (ayy, ayy) I cannot leave a trace, but I think I gotta go Spillin' blood, it's a race, and I'm always needin' more Homicide on my mind, why you think you 'bout to die? See the Freddie in your room and you're 'bout to meet the doom Pop it, rock it, suck it Walk his 30 bullets knock I've got it Pop it, rock it, shuck 'em, hundred bands up in my wallet He be talkin', talkin', talkin', take the money from his pockets Pistol got it, watch it, stop it, watch it, watch it where you walkin', lil' bitch I don't wanna fuck, I don't wanna fuck sticks Pop it out the trunk, pop it out the trunk, kiss Own this .44, I bring the magazine The paper coming up, the blue and green is what you lackin' I might shoot it, get the .44 and pop the trunk Like, what the fuck? These bitches goofy, do the most, but fuck it, but fuck it Runnin', poppin' 'cause I know he wanna try to do shit Pistol got it, watch it, stoppin' bullets, .30 keep it in, can't stop (ayy, ayy) I cannot leave a trace, but I think I gotta go Spillin' blood, it's a race, and I'm always needin' more Homicide on my mind, why you think you 'bout to die? See the Freddie in your room and you're 'bout to meet the doom Ro-rock steady, Glock heavy, I just wanna get it goin' Speedin' down, now get a grip Where's my gun? It's on my hip Off the rip, I just wanna break it down and make it flip On your block, I'm about to pop it off and make you flop Get it off the get-go, I need more money, oh no I rob the plug and do the dash and hit the gas and almost crash They never see me coming, I just took 'em by surprise Little did he even know, he's about to meet demise (ayy) I might shoot it, get the .44 and pop the trunk Like, what the fuck? These bitches goofy, do the most, but fuck it, but fuck it Runnin', poppin' 'cause I know he wanna try to do shit Pistol got it, watch it, stoppin' bullets, .30 keep it in, can't stop (ayy, ayy) I cannot leave a trace, but I think I gotta go Spillin' blood, it's a race, and I'm always needin' more Homicide on my mind, why you think you 'bout to die? See the Freddie in your room and you're 'bout to meet the doom Pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it, now I'm Pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop, spree Pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it, now I'm Pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop, spree-spree