Pop up like bitch so what

Grabbing that pistol tucked

I got like 10, Making my bitch go limp

Making me rich go in, I'm blowing big, Look at my life a flick

I cannot wife a trick, I'm going sick, Pop up like bitch so what

Pop up like bitch so what I got like 10

Go to the max where you feel all the pain

Running away from the story I'm Maine

Flashing the lights when it's pouring the love

Pouring the drink she cannot get enough

Covered the ink on the things you be in

Colored the sink in red cover your skin

Dick bigger than the phone in my hand i know it's hard to undo rubber bands

baby the 1's and the 2's be my brand but the 9's hit with no shots in the mag

1 shot baby all that I take, i give this thing of ours maybe a day

I'm on a private flight, plane with my name

The Codeine would pour shit if i liked the taste

Liquor my system in half of my blood, brain is too wavy for me to show love

Imagine you pussy then how do I act

I can't imagine me dappin a rat

I couldn't give up my life and my bloodline, to a bitch that won't fuck with me full time

Call me handsome i'm rougher than bull fights,

Sippin Soju when I wanna act right

Bitch asked me for a selfie, check with your mans he's the one gettin mad, he's the one that's watchin

Bitch beggin me for a quickie, you barely a fan, catch my show in Japan, Tokyo be wildin

But man stop pocket watchin, backstage pass for your girl to watch it

Stare at my bitch the whole time she watching

I take her home try to start some problems

Shooter gone hit, because we never miss

I'm on the road with a sentient bitch relive this with greats in our midst