Pop Rocks

(albüm: BBY Suzuki - 2017)

Yuh
Yuh, yuh, yuh

Hol up, hol up, pull up, woadie, then I pop off
Shawty throwing throat, in that techy drop-top
Snipers keep the scope aimed at yo momma
Bust up in her mouth like some fucking pop rocks
Hol up, hol up, pull up, woadie, then I pop off
Shawty throwing throat, in that techy drop-top
Snipers keep the scope aimed at yo momma
Bust up in her mouth like some fucking pop rocks

Fuck a lil clout, boy I'm tryna go big
Don't come up in my paint, better hit the foe flicks (Ou)
I stack up on my neck, now it's lookin so wet (Ou)
You can't talk to me if you ain't makin no check (Yuh)
Holy shit, boy I heard to rollie tick (Ou)
Smokin gas, ay, you be smokin foliage (What)
She textin "Where you at? ", she my little nosey bitch (yuh, yuh)
Throw that ass, in a ring around the rosie bitch
I don't give a fuck, I just got the bucks
Boy I feel like [?], when I'm goin up
Now she goin down, now my show in town
Make the bitch gag, had her throwin up
Baby that's a [?], you can give me face
If you tryna fight, better bring the mace
Cause I bring the pole, yeah I bring the beam
I can't see a thing, cause I been off the lean

Hol up, hol up, pull up, woadie, then I pop off
Shawty throwing throat, in that techy drop-top
Snipers keep the scope aimed at yo momma
Bust up in her mouth like some fucking pop rocks
Hol up, hol up, pull up, woadie, then I pop off
Shawty throwing throat, in that techy drop-top
Snipers keep the scope aimed at yo momma
Bust up in her mouth like some fucking pop rocks