Pop At Ya Buddy

Pull up wit' the Glock-y and it hit She gon' suck my cock-y that my dick I'm gon' pop my collar I'm the shit I just want blue hundreds and that's it Nigga try me, knuck it if you buck it Baby come in she gon' sucky sucky Huh baby used to say I'm lovely Sorry I don't do the lovey dovey And my cup is kinda muddy And my .30, hold a .30 Tried to run up I pop at your buddy I'm at yo head like a fuckin' skully I'm at yo head like a fuckin' mullet Hop in the bed, I bed bug it See me, these chains, you gotta tuck it All of ya'll gotta die, like John Tucker She see me like "you low down motherfucker" All of that ice I'm an Ice road trucker No I can't serve you, you undercover Tried to get me, but sorry, I'm smooth as butter I just want blue hundreds and that's it (dig?) I just went and bought a bag for my bitch (dig?) I don't mean to brag but I'm poppin' shit (dig?) Poppin' shit, I pop that perky Pop it, Pop it Come back, remix beat down the block in the Vert I'ma pull up chopper hit 'em he hurt Heavy bullets nigga you will get murked All these nigga's playing, leave him dead on a shirt She tried to send it on the fifteen and first Told the nigga it fifteen for a verse Fifteen minutes and Im back with the work Pull up wit' the Glock-y and it hit She gon' suck my cock-y that my dick I'm gon' pop my collar I'm the shit I just want blue hundreds and that's it Nigga try me, knuck it if you buck it Baby come in she gon' sucky sucky Huh baby used to say I'm lovely Sorry I don't do the lovey dovey And my cup is kinda muddy And my .30, hold a .30 Tried to run up I pop at your buddy I'm at yo head like a fuckin' skully I want your head like a fuckin' nuggy She don't want you cause you chicken nugget Hold on don't push me no don't you nudge me Chopper hit him, know Im gon' bust it All of this ice you know it's bussin' Hop out the Uber you know its bussin' I don't know drink if it's Robitussin Girl don't you blink I'ma take off runnin' Runnin' off wit' the lean Baby want me when I'm pourin' something Hold on lil' bitch you know it's nothin' Why you always look like that you up to somethin' Why you look like that you wanna fuck me Hol' on lil' baby you would be so lucky if you get to touch me Come back, remix that shit once again I'ma fuck her and then fuck on her friend Hold on baby I didn't know you was twins Hold on hoe what you doin wit' the Benz Hol' on baby what you doin' with them I'ma pull up I'ma shoot him and him And shoot him too because he look like they kin Hundred round drum, hundred round clip Hundred round clip, want another round? Hundred round clip, hundred round shoot a nigga hundred times Nigga gun him down Baby come around Why you runnin' the lobby like you runnin' round Suck me up suck me down Pipe it up pipe down Pull up wit' the Glock-y and it hit She gon' suck my cock-y that my dick I'm gon' pop my collar I'm the shit I just want blue hundreds and that's it Nigga try me, knuck it if you buck it Baby come in she gon' sucky sucky Huh baby used to say I'm lovely Sorry I don't do the lovey dovey And my cup is kinda muddy And my .30, hold a .30 Tried to run up I pop at your buddy I'm at yo head like a fuckin' skully