Lyrics

Popp came up, he the motherfucking man How the fuck he go like straight to the top? He was just locked up in the motherfucking can And the party go down if I step in (FiveSixOne, run that, bruh) I'ma ball like I'm Scottie Pippen They be like, "Popp, you so motherfucking hot, " If you stand too close then you might catch a tan Now I can see why it's more than a band Bro brought a drum and he saying let's rock Uh, I don't fuck with no cop No red light, man, I won't stop Uh, ain't cuffing no thot Just want the top, man, I don't want the box Uh, I don't fuck with no opps Gang tryna kill so we spinning they blocks The shit go left when shit hit the fan Niggas always talking all that shit on the Gram We gon' pull up to your block in a van Shit all fun and jokes 'til your man get blammed Shed light on your block, man, this a new land He was acting tough, pulled up, then he ran This how you tell that I'm straight from the gutter I walk in the spot with a gun in my pants 223, man, this shit going up Fah-fah-fah, man, right at your top Even if I don't even got me a gun If I swing first then the gang gon' ride From the North to the South, that's my ties Same old gang-gang, squad-squad Everybody shoot shit, [?] Now you a pack, you Zaza Run right down and we taking your shit Like a STD, man, you just got burnt Tryna fall back, I'm a rockstar now I'ma jump in the crowd like Lil Uzi Vert Don't try me 'cause you gon' get hurt Don't run up 'cause you gon' get murked I don't think you wanna be on a shirt So you better think smart, why you on this Earth? I'm off an Addy, ain't popping no Percs Ain't talking Rihanna, I'm putting in work [?] gotta keep me a gun when I'm out the streets, man, I stay on alert [?] told her suck on that dick and don't get on my nerves Please do not get on my nerves Pop me a Perc' like [?] Pop me a Perc' like [?] Earned my stripes, I earned Run up on me, get clipped (What you say?) Run up on me, get burnt (Bah) Popp came up, he the motherfucking man How the fuck he go like straight to the top? He was just locked up in the motherfucking can And the party go down if I step in (FiveSixOne) I'ma ball like I'm Scottie Pippen They be like, "Popp, you so motherfucking hot, " If you stand too close then you might catch a tan Now I can see why it's more than a band Bro brought a drum and he saying let's rock Uh, I don't fuck with no cop No red light, man, I won't stop Uh, ain't cuffing no thot Just want the top, man, I don't want the box Uh, I don't fuck with no opps Gang tryna kill so we spinning they blocks Hop in the Lambo, take off .40 gon' take your face off Hop in the rocket, blast off Niggas wanna play with us, play ball I don't see haters, Ray Charles I'm on the block with a [?] Spend me a check when I go to the mall Pushing the gas when I run from the law
Writer(s): Robert Gilmartin, Omir Bernard, Rafael Felix Gaxiola Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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