Pop Triggaz lyrics

[Intro]
Like, I don't want y'all b*tches looking at me, like
I hate every single one of y'all, like
I'll smack the sh*t out of all y'all b*tches, like
When my b*tches is f*cking [?] and they f*cking like, they go to me, so
f*ck all y'all b*tches, y'all could all eat a f*cking di*k
c*nt Mafia motherf*cker, uh, yeah

[Chorus]
Just chilling with my b*tches, on top of the hill we stack riches
f*ck out my face, I don't want your pitches
We the real b*tches, we pop triggaz
Just chilling with my b*tches, on top of the hill we stack riches
f*ck out my face, I don't want your pitches
We thе real b*tches, we pop triggaz

[Verse]
So lеt me just teach ya, I am the preacher (Yeah)
Sucking n***a's at the desk, get my glasses out, I am the teacher (What)
Nice to meet ya, I'm sexy model facial features (Oh)
And if you try my patience, I'm gonna have to beat ya
Eat ya, all up like a slice of pizza (Yeah)
Doesn't get down, and sh*t you out bad diarrhea (Right)

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