Pop sh*t lyrics

by

Masta Killa


[Conversation]
Keep everything on
Blaze always
n*gga this only 19,000
(Yo check this sh*t out)
I want my thousand dollars now
I don't give a f*ck
I went up in the club
And like a thousand n*ggas
A thousand chicks
Was doing the James Brown
Get the f*ck out of here
I'm like, "Oh sh*t"
You lying, you lying
sh*t was real son
Stop lying man
Cream Team walked in
We started doing it
Wild man
Feel me?
So what happened, let me on

[Verse]
Ayo, ayo
E-lec-tric slide on them n*ggas
Drive by on them n*ggas
Show 'em that killas is live and fly figures
Fruit-flavored Nikes
Now I'm in a 600 white piece
Send half my love out to wif-e
Fillin' out tax reports
Lookin' live up in Guess shorts
b*tches show love and support
Table teaspoons
Fake goons with balloons sh*t it out
Make room
How them n*ggas ate straight tunes yo
Horror flick scriptures
Godfather flicks
Super friends equal foul n*ggas
Bar miss you'll flip yo
Aim the nozzle
With the head brace the bottle
Get your dang licked
6,000 square feet
Paid sh*t
Stretch Auroras in Florida
Kilo's comin' out of water
Watch me slaughter
Take your daughter over yo
Space sh*t
Boat across your sh*t
Cargo sh*t
Well Fargo got Renaldo's sh*t
Reclining chair
Drunk billionaire
Willie like a bear
The whole block suck c*ck on a leap year
No remorse
Heavy plaque red and white
Eddie Bauer Jaws
Bout the b*tch smack fire out of yours
Pens bleeding
Got my sh*t soft
Figure like Ike Frost
Icy chain
Cop and hangin' on a horse
Lame's laws
Got your name crossed
You cannot claim boss
Unless he kiss braid hair
That ain't yours
Fly statistics lystics
Slang optimistic
Two bats a tie and a biscuit
Kissed it
Mm-aa
Diamond on the wrist kid
Misfit
Bought it like a 10 dollar outfit
Pop sh*t get your house lit
Straight up
The route mouse sh*t
Get your style sh*t
I announced it
Slang lordy yo
Staring at my man Gordy Laury
The b*tch bought 'em on
She'll reward me
Flossed it, cost it, tossed it
The same Main Source sh*t
You at the BBQ eatin' horse di*k
Sneak up link up
n*gga tie your sneaker
You wink what
Speed it up
Caught you in that beated up truck it was luck
f*ck paid your uncle 30 bucks
Ran in your sh*t
Blew you with your hands in your nuts
Louis
That's the same crew as those
Milwaukee brewers
Rocking Wu shoes with Kaoluas
Time for lotti
Bald Gotti here
Dont make me throw shots trough your body
Everybody out of here
Thats my word
God through Shakespeare 'ere
Take me there
Get your fastened
And take clear
It's so real we might face years
Cuddled up in HDMs
Chill baby on and a n*gga here
You start screamin' and your scared
And shorty came on last year
And lapped danced my man for a wack pair
Ill I smell it in your hair
My faculties remained clear
pus*y in a refrigerator back here
Damn watch your mouth
Hear it on the air
Like a grand prize
Freak n*gga that taps sh*t
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