presspercs - mpa30 lyrics
[verse]
twin jump out with that drac’ and he droppin’ sh+t
i’m in the trap with the glock like: “what’s poppin’, b+tch”
i’m in the trap and i’m cookin’ the pot, lil b+tch
walk that boy down and i aim for his mop and sh+t
you getting k!lled if you play with the mob, lil b+tch
i’m finna shoot, but i don’t want a scholarship
glock to your face you gon’ run to the doc’ and sh+t
drac’ in my hand, yeah, you know that i’m poppin’ it
drive+by your hood, but you know i ain’t drivin’ it
i got the lo’, man, i know where your b+tch at
walk in your spot and i grab where my stick at
ar got no stock, it got kickback
you ain’t even got no racks, better get back
pour up the tris, i won’t sip, that sh+t nasty
got me a b+tch and that hoe is so classy
got me the percs, man, i gotta stash ’em
if they ever k!ll my twin i’m crashin’
hop out, the tec+9, this sh+t go blastin’
mpa30, get shot out the aston
think you a fed ’cause you askin’ me questions
[verse 2]
run in the spot, lil bro got a pump
thirty+round mag, know i’m getting it dumpеd
that ain’t your b+tch, she getting you dumped
atm, i just got mе a dump
opps tried to shoot at my head, they missed
walk to the opp’s grave, i’m takin’ a p+ss
smokin’ a wood, i ain’t smoking a stiiizy
i cannot f+ck on a b+tch ’cause i’m busy
pop four percs got me feelin’ so dizzy
ride around with four sticks in a bentley
walk in the trap spot smoking exotic
rip through your flesh, man, the bullets is toxic
i’m in the a and i’m shooting a mopstick
shoot in your leg now it’s bleeding out, really
stay getting money but you acting silly
walk in the spot and they know i’m a k!ller
chop get to singing like mj thriller
unc’ be tweakin’, he wanting them pills
i only trap, stay away from the drills
stay in the hood, can’t miss me a deal
rich as f+ck, but you know i still steal
ar came in and this sh+t fully steel
i feel like sosa when he murked tony
f+ck the xbox, we f+ckin’ with sony
finna get shot, you get turned to bologna
wear chrome hearts, i ain’t wearing that stoney
sending the hit, my shooter go mental
taking the percs, sh+t f+ck with my mental
catch my opp, he get locked in a kennel
if i get the drop then you know i’ma spin ’em
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