Popped Lyrics

Ay, yo bitch just popped, she just want to be on the block

I tote a wicked mop, this shit shoot at cops

I rock the old G-Shock, pussy I'm never out of time

I Put racks in my pocket now all these hoes treat me like god

I can't breathe like mosh pit, nigga I be smoking on too much za

Left me out with no option, boy I had to get to them dollars

None of my bitches goth, they all just freaks and they wear collars

One of my hoes so smart I might drop the bag and send her to college

I took the RP finna take off

RIP Takeoff

RIP Lil Keed

RIP Young Dolph

Fuck that hoe from the back, I kill that pussy, RIP that hoe

Play with this shit get wacked, I'm not putting opp niggas in my song

I'm finna turn a opp nigga into a song

Why I feel so alone

Brand new barrel on the stick, I swear that muhfucka' it's so long

How I feel so alone

I'm high, I feel at home

Bitch so popped, you not my hoe

Bitch you not god, I'll send ya home

Tryna reach the top (yeah)

I'm on oxy, oh my god, I'm so popped

Like the judge, I can put his ass on the hot seat

Nigga sip on real red this not Hi-C

You can fight this K boy we not boxing

Nigga ride with the tinted windows hot boxing

Clutching the chop, my calling

Trap up the house, Macaulay

Nigga I go so ghost the sensor it can't even see my heartbeat

The brother be liking my post, the sister be sucking my dick, I'm sorry

I can't procrastinate bout this money, let's do everything else tomorrow

Upping the strap on a fuck nigga, I don't think he'll get to see a tomorrow.