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POPTHATRUNK

 

POPTHATRUNK


I took a bubble bath, and grip my '44 up off the dresser
Now I'm finna go up on a fucking spree (dwilly I'm scared)
I took a bubble bath, and grip my '44 up off the dresser
Now I'm finna go up on a fucking spree-spree-spree-spree

Ay, ay, I might shoot it, get the .44 and pop tha' trunk
Like what the fuck, these bitches goofy
Do the most, but fuck it, but fuck it
Running, popping, 'cause I know he wanna try to do shit
Pistol got it, watch it stopping bullets
.30 keep it in (Ay), can't stop

I cannot leave a trace, but I think you gotta go
Spilling blood, it's a race and I'm always needing more
Homicide on my mind, why you think your 'bout to die?
See the Freddie in your room and your 'bout to meet the doom

Pop it, pop it, rock it, suck it
Walk his 30 bullets knock I've got it
Pop it, rock it, shuck it, 100 bands up in my wallet
He be talking, talking, talking, take the money from his pockets
Pistol got it, watch it, stop it, watch it, watch it, where you walking little bitch
I don't wanna fuck, I don't wanna fuck sticks
Pop it out the truck, pop it out the truck kiss
Own this .44 I bring the magazine
The paper coming up the blue and green is what you lacking

I-I might shoot it, get the .44 and pop tha' trunk
Like what the fuck, these bitches goofy
Do the most, but fuck it, but fuck it
Running, popping, 'cause I know he wanna try to do shit
Pistol got it, watch it stopping bullets
.30 keep it in (Ay), can't stop

I cannot leave a trace, but I think you gotta go
Spilling blood, it's a race and I'm always needing more
Homicide on my mind, why you think your 'bout to die?
See the Freddie in your room and your 'bout to meet the doom

R-rock steady, Glock heavy, I just wanna get it going
Speed it down now get a grip
Where's my gun?, it's on my hip, off the rip
I just wanna break it down and make it flip
On your block, I'ma bout to pop it off and make it flop
G-get it off the get go, I need more money, oh no
I rob the plug and do the dash and hit the gas and almost crash
They never see me coming, I just took 'em by surprise
Little did he even know, he's about to meet demise

Ay, I might shoot it, get the .44 and pop tha' trunk
Like what the fuck, these bitches goofy
Do the most, but fuck it, but fuck it
Running, popping, 'cause I know he wanna try to do shit
Pistol got it, watch it stopping bullets
.30 keep it in (Ay), can't stop

I cannot leave a trace, but I think you gotta go
Spilling blood, it's a race and I'm always needing more
Homicide on my mind, why you think your 'bout to die?
See the Freddie in your room and your 'bout to meet the doom

Pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it, now I'm
Pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop, spree
Pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it, now I'm
Pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop, spreespree

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