Popeye lyrics

This lean, ain't no Henny in this Styrofoam
f*ck a n*gga business Ima mind my own
n*gga playin games get his mind blown

In my pocket be them dead guys
Flex-flexed up on these n*ggas like I'm Popeye
n*gga try me he be a dead guy, walk up on a n*gga f*ck a drive-by
Pour me up a four I'm in slow-mo (lean)
Coolin with yo main she on go mode
All this ice I'm feeling like Sub Zero, I'm with a bad b*tch she a Libra
She gon' set it off like Queen Latifah
I'm riding in this foreign smoking reffer
Sippin on this pink but it ain't Easter
n*gga f*ck the school, f*ck my teacher
All I make is hits like Derek Jeter, hoes said that I wouldn't be sh*t
Now she on my phone she get a "Who this?" (She get a what?)
n*ggas always looking for some damn drama
n*gga won't you go and find some damn commas?
I'ma get a check watch me f*ck it up
Left my kids in her mouth she gon suck em up
I'm walking with a limp, i got that .40 tucked
I dont f*ck with n*ggas I'm a damn jew
Shawty gon choose yeah these hoes gon choose
Man these hoes confused dont know what to do
She say Ron you ballin call me Cold Abdul
Baby I'm that n*gga i could never lose
Pull up on your b*tch and watch what she do