PROPS (feat. JODDY, TommyThaGoon, Hoe Hunna & Avi Adeuxla)

You know that they call me young poppa Young nigga done came with the choppa' I sent all these hoes to the doctor They needed a check-up done proper Proper, proper I'm feeling like I am young poppa I'm feeling like I am young poppa, poppa Wock' on me I pick up a pound for free Glock on me I shoot at a opp on the scene Props to me I done came from the slums, from the streets Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock' I was off of the shits, I was young I got the gas in my lungs I got a white bitch sprung Rockin' the Louis Vuitton (Aye) Smoking King Louie, a ton (Aye) I'm feeling like I am King Tut I'm feeling like I am King Tut And I know that I am the one And I only keep it a buck You could get hit with a buck Buck, buck Young Tommy a goon, I'm claiming the power Sour Patch, yeah he sweet and he sour I call the shot, .223 leave him showered I give her this dick and I beat it for hours She gobble my dick, she devour (Aye) They say young Tommy you doing big things My bitch acting goofy cause she want a ring These bitches say Tommy, you acting mean Sorry baby, I'm really just being me F*ck you lil boy, it's just me vs. me It's just me vs. me It's just me vs. me It's just me vs. me Wock' on me I pick up the pound for free Glock on me I shoot at a opp on the scene Props to me I done came from the slums, from the streets Wock', Wock', Wock' They call me a fiend (yeah) They call me a fiend for the green Baby don't test the whole team We coming for heads, breaking this bread Shootin at feds, off the codeine Stuck in a dream Rocking the Fenti Sippin' on Wock', no venti Sippin' on bottles, it's empty Bitch give me top, give me serenity Bitch complicated, she got complexity She in love endlessly, takin' the breath in me (yeah) She call me a dog, I'm a pitt' I've been coolin' since a jit Always carry loaded clip Limpin' cause I got the stick These niggas acknowledge the fit Starlet on me, Hashtag the team These chains they gleam Watch out with me, cause you can get hit with the beam You know that they call me young poppa Young nigga done came with the choppa' I sent all these hoes to the doctor They needed a check-up done proper Proper, proper I'm feeling like I am young poppa I'm feeling like I am young poppa, poppa, poppa Wock' on me I pick up a pound for free Glock on me I shoot at a opp on the scene Props to me I done came from the slums, from the streets Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock' Young nigga had drip in the slums The drank got me hot, need some Tums I was serving the loud making funds Oh you mad? I don't give a f*ck I'm just high, I get really stuck I'm stuck in my mind, I woke up Swiss cheese, got the holes in my heart Bitch please keep my braids up in parts Quick freeze on my feelings, that hurt Disease on my mentals get worse Nigga I'm fucked Tired of sleeping with all of these demons, I'm tired of really not sleeping at all Spending my time tryna' pick up the pieces but really just hoping I slip and I fall Stressing all night bout my bitch and money but neither be there when I need them the most Leaning on muddy, my memory stuck in the code Needed the energy, lined up the sack so I speed up the process, I'm ready to blow Wock' on me I picked up a pound for the free Glock on me I shoot at a opp on the scene Yeah and props to me I done came from the slums, from the streets Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', (Aye) Javi a boss, yeah watch how I walk You wanna shop? boy Adeuxla got stock Shootin' a Glock, aim a tool at ya' top Movin' the blocks I got loot, I won't stop Yeah like a white boy, Ricky shoes and the socks Give a f*ck about opps, I got Givenchy locks Pourin' the drop in the Fanta Ray on the choppa' like gamma All about paper, this ain't no Atlanta She need Vitamin-C, yeah I give her banana Boutta' clean my dick off with Saberi bandana Poppin' a pill like a cherry New boots you can call me Larry Larry, Larry Yeah, off a boot and yo' boy he actin' scary He run up on team make em' fly like a fairy I be off a bean, you better be wary I keep like 10 heats with some shells like Gary Half of the Xan', snack pack Mix it with green gas pack Lil' shopping spree, poppin' tags Choppa be talking, Stat chat (Aye yeah) Half of 2 beans, half tag (2 beans) (yeah, 2 beans) (2 beans)