Pop em in the head, now that nigga think
Pop, pop, pop em in the head, now that nigga Think twice
Pop em in the head, now that nigga think
Pop, pop, pop em in the head, now that nigga Think twice
I don't go nowhere
Without my nina in my Hand
If you f*ckin' with the gang
Send you flyin' Peter Pan
We got lean percs, dope in that pack
What you want?
Let me open this bitch for you
And you smellin' all that funk
Yeah, we smokin' real gas
Take it to the face
It's my birthday, so they shakin' ass
All up in the raife
We don't' talk about
What happened in this party
Keep it silent
Everybody got they Nina
Got they rocket in they pocket
I feel like a astronaut, baby
Sippin' on this Wocky
Got me feelin' codeine crazy
Shorty, I'm from the raq
I don't play about my assets
We took your chain, now you shitty
Come and get your get back
We partyin' all night
Lil baby, let's have some fun
But we on that block of King Drive
Better bring your gun
This a real block party, only gang is allowed And we scream f*ck the opps
Cause them niggas threw in the towel
Yeah, we got real motion on the south side
That money finger lookin' good
Ain't talkin' bout popeyes
I smack him with the Drake, or the Nina
Make him cock eyed
And we just pulled up on him
And we cook him
Call him five guys
We got your lil' bitch
She shakin' ass in the Tahoe
And I don't know if you understand
But that is my hoe
She said that you ain't even get no pussy, That's a skill issue
And now the nigga cryin' in his house
Need a lil' tissue
I know that y'all gon' say I'm wrong
But he talkin' shit
I coulda put that nine to his face
But I know he a lil' bitch
I coulda did a lot of different shit
But I'm a nice guy
Might as well forget about her
She finna go bye-bye
I'm in L.A. with a whole lotta money
And I walk out the bank
And I'm thinkin' it's funny
I ain't finna keep on rappin' like that
That ain't my speed
And talkin' bout my speed,l
Yeah, I'm rollin' in a 10-speed
Niggas tryna catch up with me
Nigga, you can't catch me
I be high in the sky, lil' baby
And I took the lean and the perks l
At the same time
Baby, I'm a freaky nigga, come over like anytime If a nigga play with you, dis choppa sing a lullaby
Freestyle off the dome lil baby
I ain't have to write nothin, I been goin' crazy
Never took a breath
On this shit, cause I'm like that
Pull up on a nigga, hit his ass
With this chop, yeah
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Pop em in the head, now that nigga think
Pop, pop, pop em in the head, now that nigga Think twice
Pop em in the head, now that nigga think
Pop, pop, pop em in the head, now that nigga Think twice
I don't go nowhere
Without my nina in my Hand
If you f*ckin' with the gang
Send you flyin' Peter Pan
We got lean percs, dope in that pack
What you want?
Let me open this bitch for you
And you smellin' all that funk
Yeah, we smokin' real gas
Take it to the face
It's my birthday, so they shakin' ass
All up in the raife
We don't' talk about
What happened in this party
Keep it silent
Everybody got they Nina
Got they rocket in they pocket
I feel like a astronaut, baby
Sippin' on this Wocky
Got me feelin' codeine crazy
Shorty, I'm from the raq
I don't play about my assets
We took your chain, now you shitty
Come and get your get back
We partyin' all night
Lil baby, let's have some fun
But we on that block of King Drive
Better bring your gun
This a real block party, only gang is allowed And we scream f*ck the opps
Cause them niggas threw in the towel
Yeah, we got real motion on the south side
That money finger lookin' good
Ain't talkin' bout popeyes
I smack him with the Drake, or the Nina
Make him cock eyed
And we just pulled up on him
And we cook him
Call him five guys
We got your lil' bitch
She shakin' ass in the Tahoe
And I don't know if you understand
But that is my hoe
She said that you ain't even get no pussy, That's a skill issue
And now the nigga cryin' in his house
Need a lil' tissue
I know that y'all gon' say I'm wrong
But he talkin' shit
I coulda put that nine to his face
But I know he a lil' bitch
I coulda did a lot of different shit
But I'm a nice guy
Might as well forget about her
She finna go bye-bye
I'm in L.A. with a whole lotta money
And I walk out the bank
And I'm thinkin' it's funny
I ain't finna keep on rappin' like that
That ain't my speed
And talkin' bout my speed,l
Yeah, I'm rollin' in a 10-speed
Niggas tryna catch up with me
Nigga, you can't catch me
I be high in the sky, lil' baby
And I took the lean and the perks l
At the same time
Baby, I'm a freaky nigga, come over like anytime If a nigga play with you, dis choppa sing a lullaby
Freestyle off the dome lil baby
I ain't have to write nothin, I been goin' crazy
Never took a breath
On this shit, cause I'm like that
Pull up on a nigga, hit his ass
With this chop, yeah
Pop, pop, pop em in the head, now that nigga Think twice
Pop em in the head, now that nigga think
Pop, pop, pop em in the head, now that nigga Think twice
I don't go nowhere
Without my nina in my Hand
If you f*ckin' with the gang
Send you flyin' Peter Pan
We got lean percs, dope in that pack
What you want?
Let me open this bitch for you
And you smellin' all that funk
Yeah, we smokin' real gas
Take it to the face
It's my birthday, so they shakin' ass
All up in the raife
We don't' talk about
What happened in this party
Keep it silent
Everybody got they Nina
Got they rocket in they pocket
I feel like a astronaut, baby
Sippin' on this Wocky
Got me feelin' codeine crazy
Shorty, I'm from the raq
I don't play about my assets
We took your chain, now you shitty
Come and get your get back
We partyin' all night
Lil baby, let's have some fun
But we on that block of King Drive
Better bring your gun
This a real block party, only gang is allowed And we scream f*ck the opps
Cause them niggas threw in the towel
Yeah, we got real motion on the south side
That money finger lookin' good
Ain't talkin' bout popeyes
I smack him with the Drake, or the Nina
Make him cock eyed
And we just pulled up on him
And we cook him
Call him five guys
We got your lil' bitch
She shakin' ass in the Tahoe
And I don't know if you understand
But that is my hoe
She said that you ain't even get no pussy, That's a skill issue
And now the nigga cryin' in his house
Need a lil' tissue
I know that y'all gon' say I'm wrong
But he talkin' shit
I coulda put that nine to his face
But I know he a lil' bitch
I coulda did a lot of different shit
But I'm a nice guy
Might as well forget about her
She finna go bye-bye
I'm in L.A. with a whole lotta money
And I walk out the bank
And I'm thinkin' it's funny
I ain't finna keep on rappin' like that
That ain't my speed
And talkin' bout my speed,l
Yeah, I'm rollin' in a 10-speed
Niggas tryna catch up with me
Nigga, you can't catch me
I be high in the sky, lil' baby
And I took the lean and the perks l
At the same time
Baby, I'm a freaky nigga, come over like anytime If a nigga play with you, dis choppa sing a lullaby
Freestyle off the dome lil baby
I ain't have to write nothin, I been goin' crazy
Never took a breath
On this shit, cause I'm like that
Pull up on a nigga, hit his ass
With this chop, yeah
Writer: Mashari Barnes
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