Pop That Bottle

Yeah Pop that bottle nigga Rubber band check Twenty five a set Tuxedo suit and vest All black jet Them criminals get hot and test the Waters They lookin for ya If not you'll be a gonner Fourty five swinging Chain bling blingin Free them nikkas from the land Ain't nobody singing It's sorta like catch me if you can When them heros come after you Pointing at ya van I can't even sleep a hour Got me peepin out the shower Razor cuttin all you cowards Beamer trucking you with power They can see me from the towers Situation gettin louder And louder And louder I'm sippin cause I'm whippin In the kitchen I be sickend When these birds wanna dissing Talking all this fiction Like somebody really listen Then the crowd start hittin Then you shittin Now listen Pop that bottle stop talking to em Pop that bottle we gone flood the Room Pop that bottle stop talking to Em Rip springz free them Hitters too See they got lasers on they blickas They not even hitters Bunch of lazy sorry nikkas I'm a gold and humble nikka Put potatoes on my blickas On the barrel I'm a pharoah I'll slave a hungry nikka Put the rage up on you nikkas Rock off on you nikkas You know you not from round here Why you come here with nikkas I stay with lil mister Right under the zipper I stalled his man's He don't got no business with ya Pop that bottle stop talking to em Pop that bottle we gone flood the Room Pop that bottle stop talking to em Rip springz free them hitters too