Poppin' Smoke

Who the f*ck got the potion Who the f*ck top Joe-Rogan Who the f*ck drop they notion Who the f*ck ever smiled comin' out the courtroom Who the f*ck (Who?) no-one Load up the shot-gun, over Roger that block dat road up Glock 1 ready to fire at will Don't need the "go ahead" and fire, I shall (Glock firing) 4 Mofuckas wounded 2 mofuckin dead Some mofuckas made a run tho I don't think they gon' call the feds 5 Rounds left on me I'mma need another cli (Shooter shot dead) All-units move in, we've Got another shooting, eastbound One suspect down on ground 2 More suspects still at it One seems to be carrying A Remington 870 Other one's an automatic Gonna have to bring in the cavalry Boys we've got some acti (Remington 870 fires)(Cop dead) Die motherfucker! (Hahg hahg hahg) Load up the shot-gun, over Roger that block dat road up Glock one ready to fire at will And fire, I shall Back in the game Switch up the lanes Switch up the flow Don't switch out yo mains Get off the spot Try to make it in life Not on the block Fake it one time You faked it a lot Count up the blessings not money How much you got? You pull on the glock, easy Why 'ont you try to punch out the clock, breezy Raise the child with yo babymama you keep on the side You sleazy motherfucker Get off the spot Try to make it in life Not on the block Fake it one time You faked it a lot Count up the blessings not money How much you got?