Pop My Shit

[Chorus]
Started bangin’ my G, put on my ski, all he seen was the dreads, nobody outside when we bendin’ through Drew, this shit gettin’ whacked, so we went to the F (bow bow)
Jah got punched, he got corned as hell, nigga, you knew we was smokin’ on Steph
I know I’m a ticket, but bro wouldn’t risk it, was never a problem to spin LVS (bow)

[Verse]
And Bao was bangin’, I hopped in the field, I made Citizen app ‘fore I made me a deal
I know y’all be thinkin’ this shit be for rappin’, but word to my deads, we was just on the Hill
Droppin’ the Oz, smokin’ Caine it for real, ask Baby Woo, it was Jah on the hill
I know I be buggin’, I cannot be chillin’ (bow bow), they greet us, they know I’ma go to the ’Ville
Skilla been dead, so we back on the Nick, Eli got shot ‘cause he thought with his dick
PJ got shot, that’s another one hit, Fetty niggas don’t learn how to stay with a grip
I done ran into Dell and the nigga ran Rick, AJ Rozz got scapped, got shot in his shit
If I’m posted in BK, I got a stick, niggas ran into ZK, threw at the whip
We on the Hill, where the fuck Baby Bz? If I’m in the Bronx, might be with the Gz
Tell that lil’ rapper to go wipe his knees, he ain’t never do nothin’ to none of the Sweeps
And I cannot wait, so I run into Dee, I dare him to loaf, so I go over East
Matter fact, who the fuck is this nigga Ron Sleeze? Oh, this nigga don’t know what we do to the Bs?
Oh, he chillin’ with M-Row, that nigga sweet, I done ran into M-Row, threw out the G
I done ran into Benzo with no extendo, nigga shot lil’ Donnell and he seventeen
And you see one of Bando, we in the end zone, we was just bendin’ through blocks every week
And I set the trend though, he tried to punch me, why he ain’t think I was totin’ the G?
If we don’t got the gun, we get wavy with skats, word to bro, shot a nigga right in front of Cap
Liken them shits, we out to Money Ave, heard Elda got killed, they gotta catch a pack
And Rah Stickas talked, they never gettin’ back, if I’m walkin’ through Harlem, I’ma catch a tag
They shot niggas down, ain’t have to have a mask, Lil Neaky got shot and Neaky, he collapsed (bow)
I was flickin’ the O’s, bro scottin’ me, we done turned Harlem niggas to robberies
Not a rapper, I really got a Glock with me, he get shot if he think about boxin’ me
I just wish I had Sdot and Naz with me, where the L? I know Meechy’ll flock for me
Caught an L, went and we caught a B, nigga, in the streets, it’s like we hit the lottery

[Chorus]
Started bangin’ my G, put on my ski, all he seen was the dreads, nobody outside when we bendin’ through Drew, this shit gettin’ whacked, so we went to the F (bow bow), Jah got punched, he got corned as hell
Nigga, you knew we was smokin’ on Steph, I know I’m a ticket, but bro wouldn’t risk it, was never a problem to spin LVS (bow)

[Outro]
Word to bro, man, you know what’s goin’ on, every block shot
Word to bro, we smokin’ Dudey pops right now, get mad, nigga