EXOTIC POP Lyrics

Wok in exotic pop it got me movin different, I got rocks in my pocket, if you isn't tryna sniff it

I like glocks with extended man, racing with no tags

Illegal tints on all the shit I had, speedin' on they ass

On the highway, high as fuck, tryna not to crash

An I'm drunk, but I know she only fuckin' for the cash

I might, tell her what I mean

I might buy her number nine, moon walk in at Billie Jean

I'm like, I had to cut her bitch off, she kept sippin' all of my lean

She grew a lil gut, in the DM's she be mean

But when we in person, the first link you know that we fucked

I got her down on her knees, she's beggin' for me

Percy ain't lettin' me bust

I just pulled up bout a line, she just snort up bout a line

She feelin' a rush, feelin' a rush, feelin' a rush, feelin' a rush

I Smoke by the pound, we ain't never runnin' low

If she wanna get high, then she know where to go

Cause we got like, Wok in exotic pop it got me movin' different

I got rocks in my pocket, if you isn't tryna sniff it

I like Glocks with extended mags, racin' with no tags

Legal tense on all the shit I had, speedin' on the yes