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cyrus carter - pop lyrics

tell ’em stop playing with me
it could get grimy for a lot of you hoes
and that goes for anybody who feel offended
b+tch

came with the ak, glock
long story short, imma make sh+t pop
came from a little, had to make it a lot
walk up in the bank and deposit a knot (x2)

uh
pop up on you like a wheelie
tryna act funny i might have to slap you silly
this sh+t could get gritty
i can cut you off and i won’t ever feel pity
i’m a bad b+tch
i always got the newest
every dollar that i make you know it is the blue+est
you always looking foolish
he said he want me toot it
i denied his ass twice, he still trying shoot it
act fugaze
i just won’t speak
thought i was a trick but he ain’t getting the trеat
if he think he’s getting through to mе, he’s getting a beep
i’m finna reload the clip and then i’m making a sweep
they mad, they ain’t paid
every time i step out, they be throwing the shade
i just sit back and laugh and count the money i made
both middle fingers up, i’m smoking medical grade
came with the ak, glock
long story short, imma make sh+t pop
came from a little, had to make it a lot
walk up in the bank and deposit a knot (x2)

- cyrus carter lyrics

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