Greg Popovich Lyrics

I got shot for tryna' squabble, I ain't fighting shit

Caught a couple gun charges, still tote the blick

Nigga said he outside, but I don't see him

Nigga said he outside, I'm finna hit his whip

Double back and park the load, I'm finna, come on, come on

Double back and park the load, I'm bouncing out of it

Head coach of KOP all-stars, I'm Greg Popovich

I'm moving slow off this drink, but still a score, Luka Dončić

I'm Splash Bros. without the thirty, Klay Thompson

I got popped, I got up and start yeekin', boy, stop it

Dead homies, niggas pop it on the gram until we pop shit

This nigga said I dropped a tear that shit nonsense

Zelle came through with the, uh, we finna drop tris

They like, get four off the mic, he starting politics

Baby Fatal in the cut, I'm with the AD Crips

I just put a new bitch on my roster, will you make me rich

Still shipping bowls out of state, I hope the feds ain't listen

Niggas always talking bread, but never seen no chicken

Double cup of purple rain, you know I poured that good Tristan

I'm still beatin' roads until they free my twin up out the system