Popsicle ft. Chicken Chop Lyrics

Yeah yall know what the fuck goin' on

I'm coming in this bitch

And I'm big steppin' per usual

And usually I come in here dolo but I got Chop with me

Tri

Say it

2xs

I think I got an addiction

I live for the money like it's a religion

If I get a hint of some friction

I'll post at yo home like you made me a widget

I'm different from all of these bitches

And I don't like none of em call me a bigot

It's cold in this bitch yea it's frigid

Pop in this bitch with a stick like a cicle

Ughh

I think I got an addiction

I live for the money like it's a religion

If I get a hint of some friction

I'll post at yo home like you made me a widget

I'm different from all of these bitches

And I don't like none of em call me a bigot

I'm cold in this bitch yea it's frigid

Pop in this bitch with a stick like a sicle'

Ughh

I could never position a opp

I don't give a fuck and I keep it in stock

My address is merely a spot

I don't play with nobody

I'm still from the block

My temper like grease in a pot

It get too hot and you bound to get popped

And who said they opened that door

Cause we been walkin' in it was always unlocked

You a clown cause you broke and it's funny

I'm wrapped in the paper I feel like a mummy

Strung out on my bag oh I feel like a druggie

I gave up my heart I don't care bout who love me

Don't you be dumb cause I grew up on dummy

You don't want smoke when it's already stuffy

I'll wipe a nose if it's getting too runny

And I keep it tucked in this bitch like a tummy

This is a warning

Cause Imma pull up

I like to consider it touring

Make it a road trip

With me and my gang

To shoot up yo shit in morning

I know

You marshmallow soft

And I peeped tho

When I pulled up with my peeps tho

You was quiet not a peep tho

Had a pistol right at ya peep hole

I'm wrecking shit if you didn't know

It ain't no hoe in my m.o.

I am a pack that you can't smoke

And I put that shit on my kinfolk

I was always bred to out and get dough

All in the bag like a deep stroke

Deep in the bag like a deep stroke

Like I popped a bean no pinto

I think I got a addiction

To money and bitches and money and bitches

I caught the wave like I'm swimming

My niggas went caught it too like we twinning

Fuck what they on

Cause they know I'm on business

The hating contagious I'm seeing the symptoms

I'm slapping nickel all over the rental

I need a doctor to refill this prescription

Tell me how you wanna play it

I wish you would like this muhfuckin bed

I'm on the pike with these muhfuckin eggs

Slide on a bike I just jumped off the pegs

Free my lil bro out the feds

Free my lil hoe from her man.

I grab a loaf of that bread

Just like a case all my niggas get fed

See how we coming this shit automatic

Why she just ask how it shoot if it's plastic

I flipped a scene and they seen paramedics

I got a beach on a street where I'm headed

I tracked the keys to the track

I forgot where I set em

These niggas left

I forgot where I left em

How you a opp ain't applying no pressure

Somebody gone die if nobody come dead it

Yeah

I think I got an addiction

I live for the money like it's a religion

If I get a hint of some friction

I'll post at yo home like you made me a widget

I'm different from all of these bitches

And I don't like none of em call me a bigot

It's cold in this bitch yea it's frigid

Pop in this bitch with a stick like a cicle

Ughh

I think I got an addiction

I live for the money like it's a religion

If I get a hint of some friction

I'll post at yo home like you made me a widget

I'm different from all of these bitches

And I don't like none of em call me a bigot

I'm cold in this bitch yea it's frigid

Pop in this bitch with a stick like a sicle'

Ughh