[Chorus]
Now who gon' pop me?
Who gon' pop me?
Bunch of niggas in here lookin' like, "Not me"
Bunch of lookin' ass niggas I do not see
Got my slimes in this bitch and they got me
Bunch of niggas with me lookin' like, "Copy"
Bunch of lookin' ass bitches tryna watch me
No Itachi
Bitch, I'm rollin' like my nigga on Degrassi
Now who gon' pop me? (Yeah)
Who gon' pop me? (Yeah)
Who gon' pop me? (Yeah)
Bunch of niggas in here lookin' like, "Not me" (Yeah)
Yes, I'm stuntin' on these niggas, let the opps see (Yeah)
Who gon' pop me? (Yeah)
[Verse 1]
Put some money on my head, but your shooter missed
But you know karma is a bitch just like you a bitch
Walked in the pet store said, "Get me a cobra"
Gotta keep your friends close, enemies closer
You know wifey from Australia, she said, "Cheers, mate"
Then we toast and see how you niggas' tears taste
Mix the soda and codeine, that's a mixtape
And if you hatin', come and say it to my dick face
But who the fuck want war? No one so far
Two cups, no straw, bustdown Chopard
Smoke medicinal 'cause I'm sick
I'm 5'5", them Balencis make me 5'6"
It's my shit, nigga, smell that
I'm in the Koenigsegg, nigga, spell that
Where they sell that?
I'm goin' turbo, yeah
Stompin' on a nigga turf 'til I get turf toe, yeah
Heard you got your own wave, no surfboard, damn
Told her, "Give me dirty head, no shampoo"
I like my blunt Remy thick, no capoose
Talkin' shit and it taste like apples
Fuck rappers
Now who gon' pop me?
Who gon' pop me?
Bunch of niggas in here lookin' like, "Not me"
Bunch of lookin' ass niggas I do not see
Got my slimes in this bitch and they got me
Bunch of niggas with me lookin' like, "Copy"
Bunch of lookin' ass bitches tryna watch me
No Itachi
Bitch, I'm rollin' like my nigga on Degrassi
Now who gon' pop me? (Yeah)
Who gon' pop me? (Yeah)
Who gon' pop me? (Yeah)
Bunch of niggas in here lookin' like, "Not me" (Yeah)
Yes, I'm stuntin' on these niggas, let the opps see (Yeah)
Who gon' pop me? (Yeah)
[Verse 1]
Put some money on my head, but your shooter missed
But you know karma is a bitch just like you a bitch
Walked in the pet store said, "Get me a cobra"
Gotta keep your friends close, enemies closer
You know wifey from Australia, she said, "Cheers, mate"
Then we toast and see how you niggas' tears taste
Mix the soda and codeine, that's a mixtape
And if you hatin', come and say it to my dick face
But who the fuck want war? No one so far
Two cups, no straw, bustdown Chopard
Smoke medicinal 'cause I'm sick
I'm 5'5", them Balencis make me 5'6"
It's my shit, nigga, smell that
I'm in the Koenigsegg, nigga, spell that
Where they sell that?
I'm goin' turbo, yeah
Stompin' on a nigga turf 'til I get turf toe, yeah
Heard you got your own wave, no surfboard, damn
Told her, "Give me dirty head, no shampoo"
I like my blunt Remy thick, no capoose
Talkin' shit and it taste like apples
Fuck rappers
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