Pop Shit

歌手: REASON ScHoolboy Q • 专辑:Pop Shit • 发布时间:2020-05-15
作词 : Robert Lee Gill Jr/Quincey Hanley
 作曲 : Robert Lee Gill Jr/Quincey Hanley
 Yeah, uh
 Uh, yeah
 Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit
 Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit
 Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit
 Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit
 Wait, ride with my block, ride with my steez, pop shit
 I ain't need help, I got the keys, locksmith
 **** who the best, I clean up mess, mop shit
 Get shit off my chest, I took too many steps, Rocket
 James Harden, my fame gone and my game on
 When I get back, leave, and they all find us, I can't father
 And a lot haters said I could, became your father
 That's just 'Pac shit, now I pop shit, REAS' in cockpits
 Wait, high as planes, my stock raised, let's be honest
 Feel like Giannis Antetokoumnpo
 These niggas is too slow, found me a loophole
 Competition, I been takin' care of niggas, it's a group home
 Stacks, been gettin' money, spittin' crack in inner cities
 Rap game, had to stick my foot in
 Like eenie-meenie-minie-moe to you niggas
 Feel like the GOAT to you niggas
 Also known as Prince of Del Amo to you niggas, wait
 Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit (Wait)
 Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit (Wait)
 Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit
 Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit (Wait, wait)
 Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit
 Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit (Yeah)
 Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit (Yeah)
 Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit (Uh, yo)
 Dance on my heels, mom in this still
 Plug in my wheel, dubs what I fear
 Ride for my tears, wait
 Die for my block, rise in that pot
 Lead to my opps, dead in that box
 Storms in my bop (Woo)
 God in my rack, shells on that ass and I know it (Yeah)
 How dare niggas speak my name and they ain't glowin'? (What?)
 Jumpin' up that big boy thing, the gun smokin' (Uh)
 What's back seatin' when loccin', was no gimme (Ayy)
 Now benji, ayy, it's Blueface, baby, and I'm greedy (Blueface baby)
 Ee-ee-uh, chef boy groovy while y'all sleepin', yo, we face the ayy
 Nine years in and it's still pink, yo, let's go for ten, uh
 That was Snuggie, he got them M's, huh (Yeah)
 Benz, rim rub, big bank, the main shooter (Shooter)
 The house, tulips palm trees, the crib Cuba (Yeah)
 The ox bandit, black face, the crash landin'
 The gun tote out, one dream, to win, sold out (Brrt)
 Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit
 Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit
 Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit
 Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit
 Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit
 Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit
 Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit
 Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit
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