ฟังเพลงPop Shit

Song: Pop Shit

Artist: REASON

Lyrics: Kal Banx

Composer: Kal Banx

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

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

Get shit off my chest, I took too many steps, Rockets

James Harden, my fame gone and my game Marvin

I can bag 'least ten of your finest, I came farther

Than 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 is raised, let's be honest

I was ballin' way before the bucks, feel like Giannis Antetokounmpo, these niggas is too slow, done found me a loophole

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

Stacks, been gettin' plenty, 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 shit (Wait)

Dance on my heels, mob 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

Stones 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' out 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 feastin', ayy

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

Belt's 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, blank face, the crash landin'

The gun toter, one dream, to win solo (Brrt)

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