Testo Pop - ScHoolboy Q feat. Rico Nasty
Testo della canzone Pop (ScHoolboy Q feat. Rico Nasty), tratta dall'album BLUE LIPS
Ol' fuckface, punk-rock bitch
Nah-nah-nah, yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah, uh
I've been gettin' money back then
Making plays, top ten, uh
Look at me, the 'Rari backed in, hmm
Yeah, I was patched in, uh
Hella million sold, no friends (no, no)
Bitch, I was locked in, uh (yeah, yeah)
Leveled up, nigga, popped in
Nigga, popped in, nigga, popped in, nigga, popped in
Nigga, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop
Pop, nigga, pop, nigga
Pop, nigga, pop, nigga
Pop, nigga, pop, nigga
Pop, nigga, pop, nigga
Pop, nigga, pop, nigga
Pop, nigga, pop, uh
Gang activities, nigga
(Pop, pop, pop)
Suu, uh, uh
Ah, uh
I probably shouldn't walk where I walk, nigga
Socked out, watch the way you talkin' when you talk, nigga (uh)
Yeah (got me fucked up, look)
I'm snatching niggas wave caps off, gang tats off
Fuck yo' set, hat get soaked
Spilled that yolk, Figg Side
Fuck that boy, we smoke that boy (yeah)
Chase him down, do that boy, we left that boy (ah)
Get buck, get buck, get buck, get buck
Get buck, get buck, buck, buck
Get buck, get buck, get buck, get buck, uh (suu)
What we talkin' 'bout, huh?
Gang shit, I invented that, huh?
I'm real as they- come on, look
Just got the Wraith, damn, I scratched it up
I guess, the Bentley truck, I'm killin' they act, uh
Get one in yo' back, bitch, one in yo' hat, huh
We sellin' it max, nigga, keepin' it packs
To Russia and back, nigga
China to Europe, Europe to Africa, black
So run me my stacks, uh, two million in that, nigga
Three million in that, four million in that, nigga (ayy)
Put fifty in that, nigga, a hunnid in this, I never could miss
Nigga, we jump out that bitch, yeah, check off the list
You rappin' this, nigga, we really do this
Pussy, you really's a bitch
Nigga pop
Dime piece, fo' piece, cop that
Bad bitch, can't speak
She can't help it (yeah)
Nigga pop, nigga pop, nigga pop
Nigga pop, nigga pop, nigga pop (pop, pop, pop, pop)
Nigga pop, nigga pop, nigga pop (yeah)
Dime piece, fo' piece, cop that (pop, pop, pop)
Bad bitch, can't speak (woo!)
She can't help it (let's go)
Nigga pop, nigga pop, nigga pop
Nigga pop, nigga pop, nigga pop (pop, pop, pop, pop)
Nigga pop, nigga pop
Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop
Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop nigga (yeah) (gang shit, suu)
Pop, nigga, pop, nigga
Pop, nigga, pop, nigga
Nigga pop, nigga pop, nigga pop
I ain't poppin' my shit, I keep a spear
I'm fresh as a mint, I'm hard as cement
You can't leave a dent, demolish him, finish him
We gon' belittle him, don't fuck with little men
I'm not the middle man, bitches was watchin'
You gotta be kidding me, riddle me this
How many times I gotta tell y'all motherfuckers?
Start feeling this sh-
Credits
Writer(s): Jason Kevin Pounds, Quincy Matthew Hanley, Mario Luciano, Kalon Berry, Matthew William Day, Maria-cecilia Simone Kelly, Amaire Carter Johnson, Derrick H Jr Hutchins, Elliot Dubock, Donnte Perkins
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