Pookaville lyrics

[Intro]
(Moneybagmont, you making hits)

[Verse 1: Stoneda5th]
Your mans died, you still ain't slide, guess nobody care
On Ninebark smoking on Daddy, I think I love it here
Wipe your tears, load up that Glock, come and really step
I wonder how you feel, you saw your best friend take his last breath
f*ck 'em, that n*gga dead and gone, he got his ass stretched
Caught your man on Dorner Street, left him in Pookaville
We ain't shooting on accident, we aiming for the kill
If it's beef, then it's beef, come and show me it's real
"Damn, web, my homies keep dying," I know that's how y'all really feel
He tried to creep inside a bush, hе thought his ass was safe
Your homie got popped in his facе for screaming out EDK
Mix the Pooka with the [?] f*cking up my lungs (Moneybagmont, you making hits)

[Verse 2: R3 Da Chilliman]
Glock 19 with thirty-one, it's by my waist
Free my Crip that's doing life, we smokin' Ace
f*ck a stash, this big-ass chopper by my thigh
.223s for any n*gga that's 225
Ain't gotta ask me where I'm from, enemies know I'm a famous Crip
And your brother act tough, catch a case and then go snitch
Your homie'd still be alive if you used your pipe
You watched him get his face took, that's a scary sight
Only two things I chase, that's money and opps
Only two things they heard was AR, pistols, and Glocks
Baby girl was tryna explain to ma dukes that's not his hood
My tiny's in there giving hard fades, free Baby Bug
[Verse 3: Stoneda5th]
For real, for real, how you rapping 'bout the homies? Your whole hood ain't kill none of 'em
Had [?] running through the mall, he should've kept a gun with him
Glock 26 [?], now we smokin' him
Pooka sister died last month, we smokin' on that b*tch too
You wanna get disrespectful, let's get disrespectful
The only way you could see your friends if you bought a shovel
Ayy, give them more dead b*tches
Creeping through they block, tryna beat the clock, we got Glock with switches
How y'all acting like y'all scored? Y'all killed the witness
Me and Beezy was gang sliding when CRASH burnt us, whole night we was tripping
Broad day crackin' any opp, they ain't tough as they seem
He held his hand when he was bleeding out, he couldn't even breathe (Moneybagmont, you making hits)

[Verse 4: R3 Da Chilliman]
They know us for bouncing out of foreigns with blowers in it
They know them for driving '99s with the doors dented
Call him Paul Walker HB, he crashed out
Lil Larry said he done banging, he a dad now
How is that a hood if that clique has zero bodies?
I'm sticked up, R3 Gretzky play hockey
Town to the West, in the dog pound with some real demons
Your homie gone, closed casket, you couldn't see him

[Outro: Stoneda5th & R3 Da Chilliman]
All y'all new recruits came from Victorville
We smoking dead opps, welcome to Pookaville
Catch me at the graveyard, that's a Pooka field
These n*ggas popping fake 30s, we call them Pooka pills (Moneybagmont, you making hits)
We don't call that zaza, we call that Pooka kill
If you slide and up the score, that's a Pooka drill
Don't get caught out of bounds, heard that got Pooka killed
Slide through the opps, take a n*gga to Pookaville
Yeah, man, it's [?], man
f*ck all the opps, f*ck [?], f*ck Pooka, f*ck Ace and all that, man
We ain't [?] doing nothing, man
Yeah, long live the guys, free the guys, man
Yeah, b*tch
Alright, man
Yeah, man, free the real, keep the rest in
Ayy, f*ck [?]
The last n*gga came in here got hands and feet put on him, man, ayy, [?]
He said, "Last n*gga came in here got hands and feet put on him"