WNDRSZN - Pop Fiction Lyrics

I'ma pull up with that Popeyes chicken
When I throw it deep she get the pop eye
I don't play no more games,no tryout scrimmage
F*ck that say my name shit I'd rather you scream it
Let her have the card, shit don't got no limits
Then she take it all, she don't got no limits
Teamstee type gwuak but she act all timid
Pull up outside in a Honda Civic

Waist on napalm
Your peace is safe by me
Fore sleep facetime me
You might awake by me
Body count don't count, lest it's still countin
Shows you seek somethin
Break that shit in half take one down
Sun down at your place
Feelin run down
Take a break from all the trying to be someone
We get lost in our ways
Go dumb dumb
Needa calm down
True colors my aesthetic
Time is money that's a Patek
Embedded in the sauce,I'm emphatic
My tank is on E! for ecstatic
She got good pussy good credit
Only real ones get it
Niggas getting chatty like Reddit
We can throw hands prosthetic
She only bad for me, forget it
Beg for it she gon get it
Backshots like Getty
Make infinity pools out the beddin

I'ma pull up with that Popeyes chicken
When I throw it deep she get the pop eye
I don't play no more games,no tryout scrimmage
F*ck that say my name shit I'd rather you scream it
Let her have the card, shit don't got no limits
Then she take it all, she don't got no limits
Teamstee type gwuak but she act all timid
Pull up outside in a Honda Civic

I need money so tall it might for the Lakers
I need a real bitch
Why everytime a nigga break he gotta go through a breakup
I guess it get lit bitch
600 LT, no backseats
Used to take L's now its LLCs
Virgil L.V, limited piece
I made it through customs I'm packin some heat
You loud but ain't got no juggs
Your mouth works hard but you don't
All my bitches love karrat cake I'm Buggs
O.G kush make her lean like Uggs
I'm outtie like e-tron
Need my money Saudi, I'm eons ahead
Nosebleed seats Lord knows we done bled
That's why I need the whip in radiant Red
I'm just tryna shop past closing time
I don't want the drama shit is froze in time
Niggas follow my path cuz I chosen mine
Niggas ain't did the most in they prime
Waited too long, died in the line
See wishin wells I just divin inside
Can't take your calls, you know I'm flight
That means you can't reach me, that shit is implied

I'ma pull up with that Popeyes chicken
When I throw it deep she get the pop eye
I don't play no more games,no tryout scrimmage
F*ck that say my name shit I'd rather you scream it
Let her have the card, shit don't got no limits
Then she take it all, she don't got no limits
Teamstee type gwuak but she act all timid
Pull up outside in a Honda Civic