Pop Shit

作曲 : Robert Lee Gill Jr/Quincey Hanley

作詞 : Robert Lee Gill Jr/Quincey Hanley

Yeah, uh

Uh, yeah

Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit

Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit

Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit

Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit

Wait, ride with my block, ride with my steez, pop shit

I ain't need help, I got the keys, locksmith

**** who the best, I clean up mess, mop shit

Get **** off my chest, I took too many steps, Rocket

James Harden, my fame gone and my game on

When I get back, leave, and they all find us, I can't father

And a lot haters said I could, became your father

That's just 'Pac shit, now I pop shit, REAS' in cockpits

Wait, high as planes, my stock raised, let's be honest

Feel like Giannis Antetokoumnpo

These niggas is too slow, found me a loophole

Competition, I been takin' care of niggas, it's a group home

Stacks, been gettin' money, spittin' crack in inner cities

Rap game, had to stick my foot in

Like eenie-meenie-minie-moe to you niggas

Feel like the GOAT to you niggas

Also known as Prince of Del Amo to you niggas, wait

Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop **** (Wait)

Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop **** (Wait)

Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit

Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop **** (Wait, wait)

Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit

Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop **** (Yeah)

Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop **** (Yeah)

Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop **** (Uh, yo)

Dance on my heels, mom in this still

Plug in my wheel, dubs what I fear

Ride for my tears, wait

Die for my block, rise in that pot

Lead to my opps, dead in that box

Storms in my bop (Woo)

God in my rack, shells on that ass and I know it (Yeah)

How dare niggas speak my name and they ain't glowin'? (What?)

Jumpin' up that big boy thing, the gun smokin' (Uh)

What's back seatin' when loccin', was no gimme (Ayy)

Now benji, ayy, it's Blueface, baby, and I'm greedy (Blueface baby)

Ee-ee-uh, chef boy groovy while y'all sleepin', yo, we face the ayy

Nine years in and it's still pink, yo, let's go for ten, uh

That was Snuggie, he got them M's, huh (Yeah)

Benz, rim rub, big bank, the main shooter (Shooter)

The house, tulips palm trees, the crib Cuba (Yeah)

The ox bandit, black face, the crash landin'

The gun tote out, one dream, to win, sold out (Brrt)

Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit

Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit

Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit

Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit

Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit

Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit

Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit

Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop ****