surf god – pop my shit (feat. est gee) lyrics
i think it’s time i pop my sh+t
f+ck what they talking bout
one of the youngest n+ggas paid
up in the city
that go without a doubt
catching flights to cali
twice a week
just get them prices down
only thing you catch
is feelings for these b+tches
when they come around
now i’m stepping in latest
even harder on the necks that hated
know the road so well
thought i paved it
reach for my chain
start hearing shots in cadence
balling in the game
but i ain’t the one play with
demons in my head
praying drugs save me
stand on what said
then stomp on who make me
really self made
these other n+ggas faking
ya n+gga flipping quarter ps
i’m flipping quarter keys
coulda bought another whip
instead got more designer sneaks
got a bb simon belt
she know what’s poppin underneath
1911 on my hip
old b+tch be tighting up my jeans
he a shooter
nah i shoot fr
i only shoot to k!ll
big .45 won’t even drop the sh+lls
same size as uncle phil
they heard gee done set a bounty
now all the k!llers wanting deals
my lil shooter don’t know nun
he came home cooking county meals
every n+gga in my circle getting paid
i’m making sure of that
ima front you what you buy
if you get took i need insurance back
every dog gone have they day
just make sure yours
ain’t when you got my bag
if they found out where you stay
just keep that torch
you better burn they ass
i think it’s time i pop my sh+t
f+ck what they talking bout
one of the youngest n+ggas paid
up in the city
that go without a doubt
catching flights to cali
twice a week
just get them prices down
only thing you
catch is feelings for these b+tches
when they come around
n+ggas sub posting gee
i had no choice but to read em
but never be on nun outside
whenever i see em
we gone run up 50 deep
like we the casting for cheaters
my shooters ain’t shoot
no lil cameras
they shoot big desert eagles
we been locked in, in blood
i can’t let nun in+between us
if we f+cked up
ima send y’all
to who i think the sweetest
or who’s pockets the deepest
make em rock you to sleep
you was popping
till we pull that rocket
outta outta our pocket
you ain’t think we was some shooters
till you moved an we shot ya
every n+gga round me slimey
but i like it i’m sorry
they can get money without me
if they honest about it
you know i’m bout my money bag
like i’m sign to yo gotti
i think it’s time i pop my sh+t
f+ck what they talking bout
one of the youngest n+ggas paid
up in the city
that go without a doubt
catching flights to cali
twice a week
just get them prices down
only thing you
catch is feelings for these b+tches
when they come around
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