Airstrike Popolits 6ix & Roscoe G (Ft. DudeyLo)
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[Intro: Popolits 6ix & Roscoe G]
Grrah, glaow, bang, glaow bang
(War's too nasty)
G Pop, G Pop, G Pop
G Pop, G Pop, G Pop (G Pop, G Pop, G Pop, Vrlprada made this?)
Glaow, bang, glaow, bang (G Pop, G Pop, G Pop)
Roscoe G, get that nigga, grahh
[Chorus: Popolits 6ix]
Where the party at? We 'boutta blitz (We 'boutta blitz)
He can get shot if he droppin' the 6
Givenchy, go roll up some zaza
Jay Bop, Twin, both went, "Bye, bye"
And we gon' hop out, no, we don't do drive-by's
When Jay Bop died, gave my shooters a high five
Spin blocks them niggas don't do that (At All)
That's him? Shoot at his durag
Walk through they block, tryna see where they cool at
How you link with the opps? Y'all niggas is do-bads
Fuck that, let's walk thru they 'jects
They ain't outside? Then we turn 'em to steps
(Like, 48k, we don't throw up the jet) (Like Grrah, grrah, grrah)
(Like, 48k, we don't throw up the jet) (Like Grrah, grrah, grrah)
[Verse 1: Popolits 6ix]
When I ran into brodie, he copped it
Jay Bop died, he got one to the noggin
Spin thru they side wit' G lock in my pocket
Ayo, spinnin' was never a option
RG gon' hop out, he aimin' his rocket
Like, once he start flockin', no tellin' him to stop it
Shot after shot, I'm promotin' the violence
Come outside, why y'all lil niggas hidin'?
Grrah, glaow, bang, glaow bang
(War's too nasty)
G Pop, G Pop, G Pop
G Pop, G Pop, G Pop (G Pop, G Pop, G Pop, Vrlprada made this?)
Glaow, bang, glaow, bang (G Pop, G Pop, G Pop)
Roscoe G, get that nigga, grahh
[Chorus: Popolits 6ix]
Where the party at? We 'boutta blitz (We 'boutta blitz)
He can get shot if he droppin' the 6
Givenchy, go roll up some zaza
Jay Bop, Twin, both went, "Bye, bye"
And we gon' hop out, no, we don't do drive-by's
When Jay Bop died, gave my shooters a high five
Spin blocks them niggas don't do that (At All)
That's him? Shoot at his durag
Walk through they block, tryna see where they cool at
How you link with the opps? Y'all niggas is do-bads
Fuck that, let's walk thru they 'jects
They ain't outside? Then we turn 'em to steps
(Like, 48k, we don't throw up the jet) (Like Grrah, grrah, grrah)
(Like, 48k, we don't throw up the jet) (Like Grrah, grrah, grrah)
[Verse 1: Popolits 6ix]
When I ran into brodie, he copped it
Jay Bop died, he got one to the noggin
Spin thru they side wit' G lock in my pocket
Ayo, spinnin' was never a option
RG gon' hop out, he aimin' his rocket
Like, once he start flockin', no tellin' him to stop it
Shot after shot, I'm promotin' the violence
Come outside, why y'all lil niggas hidin'?
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