Popcaan

Look Don't fall like humpty, man get dumpy Tell bro back that pumpy This Friday funky, KitKat chunky Beef play straight it's one key Fry man, Kentucky, chip unlucky, man don't box like rocky Just back that flicky, run man down and slap this stick like hockey Spill juice on pepper, leave man curl up, somebody call 911 A92 stay winning the beef You're nuts if you think that the niners won Yo, say we don't slide to the B but We slid to the B and your boy got bun I pop corn at the 9, no popcorn, anything 9 get popped with corn Might just lean out the ride and scream Where the pagans like we be we be Get round there, broad day on violence, man don't care like Jme ... Got splashed 3 times by that's 123 Oh no I didn't ride for the, small boy got rushed to the A.N.E If you fuck with the A92, stand up Put one hand up in the air like Hitler Bad Bs get gassed like... More time when I double tap their insta I got guys in the can like fizz Cah they don try give 'em a ching like fizzler ... Nearly got put in a spliff, pack, grave or put in a rizzla Take them trips back and forth, sweep some heads like Willow Smith Man I said we too much step on the Pagans strip, shopped up like Morty and Rick The hand ting cough cough like Corona, let it sneeze and call it sick Don't know why I see some pagan yutes In the strip, I'll make sure you're next If I spin this coupe on a man I'm making him run like Shaggy and Scoob Scoobydoobydoo where are you? We'll play hide and seek or tag, I choose you Swing that rammy, aim for your head I'm tryna see red, ain't talk about loubs Buss down rollie Make a man drip or make a man drown, I'm icy like cubes If you want more, we get them drops Ask your booboo, ask your pagan baby Mr creme brulee lee It's a big boy game in the field, 3-0, by, home and away-way We get round there in broad day-day Look at them run and they screaming out mayday I pull up on them with bandana and Know they go singing like Hannah Montana I circle whenever the weather You might need umbrella, ain't talking Rihanna I don't really fight like Umaga, I back my katana and never surrender I bake on black like a panther, I call it T'Challa, Wakanda forever I'm tryna cop me a toy that can take a Man's life, I ain't talking about Chucky the doll So don't lack on my side If you lack on my side, guarantee you gon fall Walk with a thing on my hip for whenever I buck into them, I ain't down for a brawl I'm tryna see goals when I'm up in the field If you ain't tryna score better pass me the ball Man I ain't really mad about bars But my bars come mad in the beat like this Me I say pop this can, no Popcaan Guess you can call that a yardie hit Bad B she in love with my drip And I like the way that I make her drip But we can't stay silent-o, when I'm in the T, now she watch me whip The went out the back like, but I scored ten Spent 5 on a caine like that I had to chop that, man it weren't to If I ever get caught on the lack, oh snap, watch man turn Mr Miyagi Baby just swing me the addy, man I get round there happy as Larry Don't fall like humpty, man get dumpy Tell bro back that pumpy This Friday funky, KitKat chunky Beef play straight it's one key Fry man, Kentucky, chip unlucky, man don't box like rocky Just back that flicky, run man down and slap this stick like hockey Spill juice on pepper, leave man curl up, somebody call 911 A92 stay winning the beef You're nuts if you think that the niners won Yo, say we don't slide to the B but We slid to the B and your boy got bun I pop corn at the 9, no popcorn, anything 9 get popped with corn