Pop Off

F*ck around and drop a rapper Glock a put him in a pamper Smoke em pass it off to cancer Choppa turn em to a dancer Pop off He won't do it Pop off Only in music Pop off He not stupid Pop off They keep on losing F*ck around and drop a rapper Glock a put him in a pamper Smoke em pass it off to cancer Choppa turn em to a dancer Pop off He won't do it Pop off Only in music Pop off He not stupid Pop off They keep on losing Im really a stepper Glock and it's suppressor They live off the extras I'm built off the pressure I think it's depressing How you rap but ain't stepping You a bitch and you messy You'd be dead if they let me He beat on the BM And think that he tough But when ever we see him He running through cuts He tucking his nuts And we lining em up We be in his hood And we fucking em up All the guns he posting He ain't toting You gone die for running up on me He by his lonely His mans rolled one em I paid him to back door his homie Kill a man who kilt his man Common enemies but not my friend Just another dead man About to meet his dead friend So, ONE We dropped yo man's TWO We clapped yo boo THREE I'm looking for you FOUR We dropped one mo FIVE Yo mommas cry SIX This nigga is a bitch He keep clutching on his stick But he ain't never popping shit He died with it F*ck around and drop a rapper Glock a put him in a pamper Smoke em pass it off to cancer Choppa turn em to a dancer Pop off He won't do it Pop off Only in music Pop off He not stupid Pop off They keep on losing F*ck around and drop a rapper Glock a put him in a pamper Smoke em pass it off to cancer Choppa turn em to a dancer Pop off He won't do it Pop off Only in music Pop off He not stupid Pop off They keep on losing