Shoot Him (Tribute to Pop)

Yo, a lot of tough boys out here, tryna flex their this and that You really don't know who the f*ck your messing with bro I'm from New York bro Bacon, egg, and cheese and all of that Now let me hear it one time, one time Yerrrr, Yerrrr Let's shoot him again Too much oxygen left in his system Left in his system Let's shoot him again Blow this nigga out of existence Out of existence Let's shoot him again Leave the body in the bag Keep the molly in the tag Pussy boy don't know what hit him Flexing the bread on the gram Glock 19 boutta stick him one more time, one more time, one more time Let's shoot him again Feeling invincible Leaving his face rearranged All individuals gotta be wary cos my niggas will clip the lane 50 Times leave them a warning Feeling like Pop Smoke I hawk em Bitch I'm a wolf Shooting at opps Who the f*ck gon tell me opposite Bitch I'm a bully I'm taking your lunch Who the f*ck gon flex their requisites Who the f*ck gon flex their requisites Skizzy man skizzy man skizzy man Triple battle champ like a pokemón Bitches different types like a pokedex Bitches left and right I'm an ambidex Stoopid Talking funny Ima lose it Cupid Shooting arrows at your new bitch Talk to me nice Respect your elders F*ck with me thrice Respect your elders Ya'll niggas big mad Cause I'm big facts And I'll f*ck on your treesh Nigga you smelling like cheese Bigots be looking so dumb dumb Licking they wounds ya'll be dumb dumb F*ck all that healing I'm shooting again Having ya'll kneeling I'm popping again Underestaming a pretty singing nigga That's your flaw That's where u went wrong Cause the ladies love me Just like I murder their hearts I'ma murk, murk these sherms F*ck do u think Cause the ladies love me Just like I murder their hearts I'ma shoot shoot, bang grrrr Let's shoot him again Too much oxygen left in his system Left in his system Let's shoot him again Blow this nigga out of existence Out of existence Let's shoot him again Leave the body in the bag Keep the molly in the tag Pussy boy don't know what hit him Flexing the bread on the gram Glock 19 boutta stick him one more time, one more time, one more time Let's shoot him again Blah blah blah Yatty yatty yah Corny niggas sound like Praying to jesus Bitch you my son You ain't getting out of this Disrespect me again no funny you never getting out of this And that's no cap Werd to my timbs All ya'll lacking Compared to my team Homie what's cracking Why you a bitch The ahk don't love you Not part of the streets Tryna decide who to kill in this rodeo But these pigs all on my back Got my name circled down, I'm Davio Bout to cook bacon out these wacks Vamos hacer pernil, cuchifrito With the pussies calling bluffs on my threats Cause I'm ready for the swinging I'm ready for the stunting I'm ready for the drilling I'm ready for the thugging Brodie I'm with the antics I'm with the smoke And I'm all for the tactics Let's shoot him again Too much oxygen left in his system Left in his system Let's shoot him again Blow this nigga out of existence Out of existence Let's shoot him again Leave the body in the bag Keep the molly in the tag Pussy boy don't know what hit him Flexin the bread on the gram Glock 19 boutta stick him one more time, one more time, one more time Let's shoot him again