Crediti
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Julian Cannon
Vocals
Testi
Hey, hey, pop dope, I think I caught one
Ah hood trophy, human form, I even rocked one Reduced black, just sent some chicken for my godson
Hood got OCD, ever since I used to mop once
Couldn't stop slidin', now I just pay to get him boxed up
Wild **** rob us, you only get a hot slug I'm cruisin' with a top gun, I'm tryna get my stock up
Cops hit my casa, grab me talkin' bout a hot one
Don't ask me why we pop blood, just know I'm roster
Fuck rap, I'm doin' pop-ups, gotta chop up what you wanna chop up I make the fan proud like I was
Oscar, blicky at the concerts, making
My own sauce, I'm a product of the gangland, I turned my own boss, yeah.
Sober Kony, I feel like I'm hard as O-Dog.
Even he can't fuck with me when these fullies go off.
You a shooter, so called, squeeze ain't even no y'all.
They block a green zone I open up my door and show off, ayy.
A hothead, I'm tryna make his fro soft
Missed a jail call, my brother poured a 4 and dozed off, yeah.
Look like I'm loafin' I promise it's a throw off.
Make so much money off this rap, I tell my money, don't talk.
Know a stepper from the other side, but now he don't walk.
My bitch signin' into iCloud, she thinks I'm so caught.
Ayy, I feel like Murder Man, yeah I bend the corner, do my murder dance.
Oh, look, another one, trick shot, hit him with my other hand.
If they're searchin' out the door, then I ain't comin' in.
I know Twaun, had to get it through; if not, fleecy he did. If not, meechie did.
If not, let me see the keys, I'm finna see again.
