One Pop

One Pop, pop one, not one, got two of them

Who are them utes with their faces screwed up

Bad one with a bubble but, we don't even fuck more time but she still wan' do stuff

Anyhow man had enough, bro gun' bad him up

Turn man's hoodie to a crew cut

From kway I've been outside, used to hit dots in all black True Religion bootcuts

I never been meady, and everything TT

I still keep sweeties for the tuck shop

You know Glizz greedy, I need the whole tree g

I ain't runnin' in the crib for a one crop

Stepped in looking bricked up with a ting tucked in my boxers ready for the jump off

Two packs on my lap, we don't play out from the back