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pop b - playing it cool lyrics

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f+ck a punch, i done made n+ggas bleed
he get shot tryna step on the court for his team
how i ball in the paint? no kareem
no gun or a scalp’, i still make n+ggas bleed
wixk b was just duckin’, he shoulda got steamed
jah rilla a kid, n+gga only 15
when i was 15 i was throwin’ on jets
tryna spin through my block, gotta come wit’ a vest
pull a stunt wit’ your gun and get put to the test
i+i thought n+ggas was the bro’s, i’ma keep it tp, i’ma just say less
n+n+ggas be weird, and i know n+ggas wasn’t gon’ ride if the sh+t went left
if i’m wit dollaztheape, he gon’ bang on his chest
i got love for the grinch, i ain’t jackin’ the rest
told bro “move right, we can never get left”
might just roll up the x, bro pass mе the lighter
bro stay wit’ his gun, but he rеally a fighter
leave sh+t on the court like we came wit’ a diaper
we matchin’ the opps when we tryna get higher
the g2c got sound, no choir
miguel did bad when he came to my school, he ain’t weave not a punch, man that n+gga a liar
on citibike’s spinnin’, i was scratchin’ the tires
few n+ggas went poof, so i gotta get higher
n+ggas keep dissin’, i told n+ggas “hush”
every time i get wavy, adrenaline rush
i just stay wit’ my doley, n0body i trust
the jet got crashed, n+ggas thought it was us
when the wokk got tagged, they ain’t know it was us
citibike or a lime ‘fore i get on the bus
i don’t care if you crazy, get left in the dust
fro mentionin’ bro, he was duckin’ from us
n+ggas dissin’ my block, but what n+ggas do?
we really got scenes, i could tell you the truth
i’m like f+ck all the music, put n+ggas on mute
opp b+tch doin’ d+ck then she gettin’ the boot
takin’ trips to manhattan, call ddot and tru
if you feel like i’m lackin’ just push up and shoot
i threw shots on the west but the east heard the boom
once i step in the function i’m clearing the room
pop g: shot and got sent to the moon
23 went poof, what the f+ck n+ggas do? nothin’
tell nuski to get out the booth
my adrenaline rush but i ain’t wastin’ food
i’ma go for the lay if he ballin’ for nu
n+ggas see me and duck, i don’t know what they do
and, i wanna make [?] my b+tch, but i’m fl!ckin’ my wrist and she ballin’ for nu
aj shot, tj too
monroe dead so we out to the ‘view
i know n+ggas not crazy, to tell you the truth
i done punched it on wixk, and i fl!cked on him too
most of these n+ggas trollin’ me on the internet never got wavy, they thinkin’ it’s cool
we was just beatin’ on opps after school
and it’s crazy, the same n+ggas hopped in the booth
i got my stick like i’m tryna play pool
bro ballin’ for fatz so we out to the troops
can’t f+ck wit’ no n+ggas who f+ck wit’ the ‘view
n+ggas link wit’ the opps, how y’all jackin’ it’s cool?
i’m my own n+gga, suit up by myself
no i can’t control what other n+ggas do
but i seen ’em jumpin’ in that vid, rather keep it tp, i been playin’ it cool
’cause y’all really know what i do
like jordan i step on the court wit’ the flu
most importantly, most of these n+ggas is fuu
but f+ck that, i’m knowin’ n+ggas is [?]
let me keep it a buck, i could keep it a stack
i did bad and got hopped, what i did after that?
i could name n+ggas shot that had never got back
they keep postin’ that vid, but n+ggas doin’ bad
how everyone ran, woulda thought it was track
one tripped on the car, thought the n+gga was tagged
i ain’t the n+gga spinnin’ for no reason
do bad on the drill, then i’m doublin’ back
miguel keep chattin’, and that sh+t cap
adot on my d+ck, n+gga gotta relax
how you mention my sis’, put her name in ya’ track when pb and leaky got left on the ave?
i told bro wit’ the wheels “don’t crash”
it’s a highway to h+ll on the hunt for the hatz
got love for the wokks, but i’m fl!ckin’ on makks
free buddah ’til bro come back
i suit up and go bend every time i get mad
baby jdot a kid, wit’ the g he did bad
it’s a few n+ggas i shoulda left shot, but i feel a lil’ better watchin’ them relapse
when terrence got beat we shoulda left him flat
noface got low, he was duckin’ the gat
heard lil’ zell he a rat, so the n+gga not hat
them [?] n+ggas is linked wit’ the f
i don’t care ’bout who rundown, i’m lettin’ it clap
might call up the kreeps just to roll up the+
i’m the renegade bee, i’m still fl!ckin’ on makks
khaliff not crazy, he gotta relax
he keep dissin’ in songs, only known for the rap
miguel got stabbed, beat, slammed, i almost forgot he got beat wit’ the gat
wixk balla got low, n+gga shoulda been packed
cam13 how you run on ya’ mans? why you still droppin’ music? all that sh+t is cap
last time i seen n+ggas my old gun jammed, but i bought a new g so i’m lettin’ it clap
i’ma throw on my clutch when i’m totin’ the strap
can’t get on the bus, i’m too cali for that
i got so many scenes, n+ggas know i could act
i started seein’ my own n+ggas hatin’ on some of the bro’s, i can’t get into that
that could never be me, all that hatin’ sh+t wack
i don’t speak how i feel, throw it all in the track
them n+ggas not my mans, just to keep it a stack
noface: shot, he lucky he ain’t get packed
throw shots on my side, i’ll show you how i react
jjdaflyer, bro can’t rap
he got shot by his mans, i won’t get into that
if that was me, woulda shot bro back
and bro known for the defense, on court he a hack
i can not beef wit’ sv, n+ggas wack
you dead beef wit’ the opps, it ain’t no comin’ back
babythreatt: shot, b+tch body collapsed
tryna spin through my block, gotta do a few laps
free ddotdageneral, soon be back
like, when they diss me i suit up and drill
no twitch or the youtube, i really react
(like, when they diss me i suit up and drill
no twitch or the youtube, i really react)

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