Pop At Ya Buddy

(álbum: Live.Shyne.Die - 2017)

Pull up with' 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 fucking skully

I'm at yo head like a fucking 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 popping shit (dig?)
Popping 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 I'm back with the work

Pull up with' 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 fucking skully

I want your head like a fucking 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 I'm gon' bust it
All of this ice you know it's bussing
Hop out the Uber you know its bussing
I don't know drink if it's Robitussin
Girl don't you blink I'ma take off running
Running off with' the lean
Baby want me when I'm pouring something
Hold on lil' bitch you know it's nothing
Why you always look like that you up to something
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 with' the Benz
Hol' on baby what you doing 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 running the lobby like you running round
Suck me up suck me down
Pipe it up pipe down

Pull up with' 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 fucking skully