Head Pop Yus Gz

[Intro]
(Kentracks got em in they bag)
(Grah, like, grah-grah)
(Like, still the face of the-)
(Like, still the face of the-)
(Grah, like, slatt, like)
(Grah, that's a-, that's a rack)

[Chorus]
Bitch you don't know me, get out the way
Flock at the V, I ain't coming to play
And I didn't even clip , had him running no rick
Get on that boy , but he running away
Hop out, Don't run, Watch em pick up the pace
B-Bullets gon' beat on his chest and his face
Hit him dumb, Where he from? He a Blay?
Flock him , Shh Sent that boy to the gates
Go, Big dotta. B-Big bucks, all I like is Guala
Oh he with his sister , we seen him and shot him
I'm the face of the Bronx who hotter?
Hop out Shh , with a beam and some grabba
Everything dead, you can check the roster
Bitch I'm hot, and I'm hotter than lava
F-Flock him, S-Send that boy to the doctor

[Verse]
N-No NLE , But I keep me a choppa
Mad Max Dunno I feel like a shotta
O-Ooters still Ooting, just turn him to pasta
He got shot, for the bread and the casa
T-There he go,put the beam on this Glock
I smoke on Shh , I heard he met Allah
N-New chop , make em' holler'
That nigga cap, get to kickin' like soccer
I-I'mma star, Like stacking my dollars
AP Muddy, and he pouring it proper
We on that block, like cops and robbers (Grah, grah)
Like "Kuna Matata"
Bitch imma step , and nobody can stop em
Shoot off the lick , hope you shot at a vato (Grah, grah)
I get money , ain't no time for the cuffing