Intro (Phone Call W Pops)

* Phone Call W/ Pops

Every chance I get imma pull up n’ we flexin
I don't know the bitch someone get her out my section
I was on the fence servin’ fiens living reckless
Turned her to fiend then i crossed her off my checklist
Hottest young nigga used to wear it on my arm tho
And i dont feel shit im the type to sling your mom dawg
Trappin demons; smoking demons out the condo
And its goin break me down if you ask where my heart go

Bet she goin trip when she see a nigga glowed up
All my niggas quick to flip pop a nigga like a soda
I was serving zips trappin out of the corolla
Just me and my self but imma motha fuckin soldier
Remember out of town daddy ever comin back home
Dropped out of class flipped a pound and bought a trap phone
Lately I've been poppin just to feel like my past gone
Did it on my own you don’t need no one
Right into the darkness you don’t need no sun
Look at what you started
This can’t be undone
You threw out your garden
And it rose from the mud

Every chance I get imma pull up n’ we flexin
I don't know the bitch someone get her out my section
I was on the fence servin’ fiens living reckless
Turned her to fiend then i crossed her off my checklist
Hottest young nigga used to wear it on my arm tho
And i don't feel shit i'm the type to sling your mom dawg
Trappin demons; smoking demons out the condo
And it's goin break me down if you ask where my heart go