Pop Ups

I'ma come on this bitch like

I'm so much of a Bleeda you heard me, my producer raise you bitch ass ****

Whole lot of Bleeda shit

On my Glocka

I do pop ups

All these **** pussy, when we pop up we gon' drop some

And you can’t hang around with me if you ain’t never shot nothing

Nope, we just leave his things and we make these pussies mouth guard

Make him shake like a maraca, lift souls, I’m a Marriott

She a real ho at the pole, tell her hold on

You know I got my pole, it’s for sure, I can’t go without

They say I’m living wrong

But I got it on my own, so in my eyes I feel I’m living right

Go to the front of the store, would see bowl, remember sleepless nights

You know that I was four when I witnessed my first homicide

You could see the blood in my eyes, I ain’t gotta cry no more

You must ask me how we fucked over ol' boy

Death around the corner, I be asking, thank God

If you ain’t kill for bro then what you got a gun for?

Shooting just like Ginóbili, head shots, porn star

Bitch get on her knees and she get me all in her throat

Plus she eat that dick with ease, making faces like she croaking

If I want the drop then she gon' come give me your location

They always tell what they think

Don’t tell what they really know, baby

I stay true

Because you

'Cause you been moving slowly

Bank account been going off, but swear that bitch gon' be the juice

I ain’t have to ask to fuck, no, but I know she want fuck me, too

If I see an opp in the dorm, it won’t be right

**** took my fucking bleeda, now I can’t sleep right

You ain’t got to tell me take my lead, I know who going to war

I just dress in blanche, girl, my get, I go Stephen Segal

They say my life a movie but I don’t feel it, is reality gone?

I ain’t fucking with the mic, don't be mad at me 'cause

I’m in the field, I’m tryna up the score and make sure that a pussy gone

Load up the Glock and let it blow

Always tell what they think, don’t tell what they really know, baby

I was taught to never tell what you know