Pops

Never disrespect the gang Faded few that's the clique All my homies fuckin' bang All pull up extended clips In my pocket flag gonna hang Take it all leave you grits Built the beat up so I can tear this bitch down Youngest in the game out here making sound I'm never to high I'm just surfing on a cloud Waiting for the day pops tells me when he proud I told him not to say none Now they gotta pray for them I don't f*ck with fake guns Pussy's talking fake runs In the night we demons Day we making bank funds Double F is the gang bitch you know we active Pussys talking on the gang but they always lacking We sparking up some fye me and pancho bring the racks in No you not my guy me and you was the past tense Chilling with mansa me and homie making classic Rolling up a swisher cause I took the last hit Don't ask about my opps I left them in a box Left that phony dropped and he end up on fox Im laughing like pops when I pop on my opps Ion care about the law im screaming f*ck the cops Westin on my side you know I'm fucking packing Moving round my eyes you know I'm never lacking real ones on my side who tf let Dax in Music homocide the way I bring all these plaques in I just took a hit and my lungs is fucking wheezing Passing all these checks all my homies life's are breezing Pull up the addy and the nine will get to sneezing I pulled up in a caddy and I left the tires squealing Pussy went against the gang f*ck all your reasons Player I will blow your brains stomp on the pieces Be posted on the block all my homies fucking drilling Never want to drink unless it got a sealed lid Never gonna know when a opp snuck a pill in I listen to my brain yea f*ck that little feeling Don't ask about my opps I left them in a box Left that phony dropped and he end up on fox Im laughing like pops when I pop on my opps I don't care about the law im screaming f*ck the cops Wok wok im pouring up that wok I don't know why all these pussys wanna talk I'm the type to pull up I'm finna fucking knock kay with a rope i ain't carrying a Glock Walking through my block and I got my fucking rocks out Screaming f*ck the opps and I'll get them pussys walked down Squealing with all that talk all u here my gun sound I've been on the road out here always moving Chilling my bros out in the dunes gooning Bringing up that pole if that pussy think he moving Smoke up a roll and I'm In my head grooving I hit it real rough but she think my voice soothing Cooling till the night I'm staring at my ceiling Sipping on my cup and my head fuckin spinnin Talking to the homie n he say that ima kill it Going for the gold but I'm steady fucking chilling Don't ask about my opps I left them in a box Left that phony dropped and he end up on fox Im laughing like pops when I pop on my opps I don't care about the law im screaming f*ck the cops Don't ask about my opps I left them in a box Left that phony dropped and he end up on fox Im laughing like pops when I pop on my opps I don't care about the law im screaming f*ck the cops