[Verse 1: Poppin' Ass Pablo]
Ayy
It get tricky with the nicky, this bitch jumpin' hard
If you got put on in a pendant bitch, you from new york
We caught ***** and drilled his ass, left him on the tour (alright)
We caught ***** on traffic and [?] (Ayy Juce, let me know sum)
When I say leave in time for me 'cause I'm an army man
F.N. blow his [?] then I disarm him, man
Lil bro real demon, they don't half-ass it
Caught him while he filmin' in the charger, he was snapchattin'
If we get the drop on him then we gon' get active
I see him walking out the spot slippin' then Imma get at it
Buddy boy really a bitch, I could've been had 'em
Real gunna crazy as shit, I'm tryna mismatch (right here)
Nice try, (uh-huh) and I'm okay with that
That nigga try to burn me out the kitchen, had to flame his ass
Faggot bitch try to hit me up, like ain't he coming back
No reply, left her on read, nothin' to say to that
When the gang tuckin' the paper, I ain't okay with that
Kick the bitch up out of the mission 'cause imma make it back
Shoulda said he trippin' off bitches 'cause they can make it clap
In dangerous situations, admit it, she put it in my lap
She love how I spit it, admit it, I gotta get the gas
And these suckas slippin' off pimpin, I prolly get it, man
Hop out on the prices of poles I tell 'em "give me that"
All in heavy for real, he told me get his ass
Catch him out there pumpin' the petrol, then Imma give him gas
Brodi hallows really get knockin' like it's a special blast
AR goin' stupid for real, like it's a special class
Boy you really pussy for real, you gave a special pass (bitch)
Ah, huh, we ain't accepting that
Turn my back on homies, that's off, I ain't respectin' that
'Cause I got dead niggas that's gone and I can't bring 'em back
So every suckas trippin', it's off, turn 'em in to packs
Hopped out when they puffin' the .4, and burnt him into black
Brodi froze up on the drill, I had to turn my back
They light lil' brodi for real, when you learn to rap
When I was out there clutching the steel, slippin' into traps
When I was so hungry that my tummy used to touch my back
When you was out here runnin' up the G's tryna fuck the rest
When you used to tell me you love me, talkin' behind my back
But I ain't trippin' for real [?]
Ayy
It get tricky with the nicky, this bitch jumpin' hard
If you got put on in a pendant bitch, you from new york
We caught ***** and drilled his ass, left him on the tour (alright)
We caught ***** on traffic and [?] (Ayy Juce, let me know sum)
When I say leave in time for me 'cause I'm an army man
F.N. blow his [?] then I disarm him, man
Lil bro real demon, they don't half-ass it
Caught him while he filmin' in the charger, he was snapchattin'
If we get the drop on him then we gon' get active
I see him walking out the spot slippin' then Imma get at it
Buddy boy really a bitch, I could've been had 'em
Real gunna crazy as shit, I'm tryna mismatch (right here)
Nice try, (uh-huh) and I'm okay with that
That nigga try to burn me out the kitchen, had to flame his ass
Faggot bitch try to hit me up, like ain't he coming back
No reply, left her on read, nothin' to say to that
When the gang tuckin' the paper, I ain't okay with that
Kick the bitch up out of the mission 'cause imma make it back
Shoulda said he trippin' off bitches 'cause they can make it clap
In dangerous situations, admit it, she put it in my lap
She love how I spit it, admit it, I gotta get the gas
And these suckas slippin' off pimpin, I prolly get it, man
Hop out on the prices of poles I tell 'em "give me that"
All in heavy for real, he told me get his ass
Catch him out there pumpin' the petrol, then Imma give him gas
Brodi hallows really get knockin' like it's a special blast
AR goin' stupid for real, like it's a special class
Boy you really pussy for real, you gave a special pass (bitch)
Ah, huh, we ain't accepting that
Turn my back on homies, that's off, I ain't respectin' that
'Cause I got dead niggas that's gone and I can't bring 'em back
So every suckas trippin', it's off, turn 'em in to packs
Hopped out when they puffin' the .4, and burnt him into black
Brodi froze up on the drill, I had to turn my back
They light lil' brodi for real, when you learn to rap
When I was out there clutching the steel, slippin' into traps
When I was so hungry that my tummy used to touch my back
When you was out here runnin' up the G's tryna fuck the rest
When you used to tell me you love me, talkin' behind my back
But I ain't trippin' for real [?]
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