Pop S***

[Verse]
Dead broke more appreciation for that grill
Yeah you get a lot of respect for that shit
That could get you shot at damaged I bet that you cry or panic
You keep it one hundred I keep it more Franklins
Lettin' you know I take care of business
When it comes to latina mc's there's none bigga
Do i give a fuck, No Nigga
I’ve been giving it some thought lately and frankly
Feathers gettin plucked in the truck from loose chickens listen
Used to have to take showers standing in the mildew
Smell and stink like old money buried in the king's tomb
I like the way the bullet burst and what it do to tissue
Wrapped up in lies and foolish truths
We dispell the smell of wickedness in our vicinity
To make the breach and enter this sweet city
The time is 5 20 am and were a little bit early this evening
Your moms wife and baby girl is drinkin it
I can't believe they in your talks when you discussin' the truth
She the truth up in the booth
You gon make me pull the strap out do some shit to you
I got moves to make and mad shit to do
Now back up off me here I come to blow the spot
With a automatic status we spray time to load the Glocks
First of all I switched the protocol
I get the toaster and roll up and smoke most of y'all