Intro: Aye, Popway!
Verse: Catch a opp and do 'em bad, we in a rental smoking gas, drop the top and do the dash, she wanna fuck cuz I gotta bag, fucked that bitch cuz she a eater, I can't leave without my heater, Deezy ridin' with a .40, Shoota ty he keep a nina, quick to smack a hoe like Tina, over East bitch we posted, I ain't worried about nothing I'm totting, talking murder bitch we on it, he got locked up for a body asked him questions and he told it, catch me sliding around in a Masi with this pistol this bitch stolen, bitch we still be on the block, still a 30 in this Glock, bitch we still be screaming POP, say my name you gon get shot, over East where shit get hectic bitch we got this shit on lock, book me for a show in Texas bet they fuck with me on POP, all niggas we be flexing, get a check go get some guap, jugg finessin' counting backends, bitch we do that shit alot, on my side it ain't no lacking, you gon end up in a box, for that og we be taxing but them niggas still gon shop, I keep popping on these perkys and these xannies, I can't stop, make a nigga run like Ricky, with this .50 send some shots, and these bitches they be iffy, that's why I can't cuff a thot, slide if you gon slide, we know your location you can't hide, it's still free the guys, I roll up a opp it got me high, I jump in a coupe, if she ain't gon fuck she get the boot, I run to the loot, I pour up the wock you sipping [fruit?](I run to the loot, I pour up the wock you sipping [fruit?])
Outro: With yo bitch ass stop playing (6666...),Wit yo bitch ass
Aye, Aye(Pow, Pow, Pow, Pow), Aye, Aye, Popway!, Aye, Aye, (Pow, Pow, Pow, Pow), ALL THE OPPS GON DIE THIS YEAR
Verse: Catch a opp and do 'em bad, we in a rental smoking gas, drop the top and do the dash, she wanna fuck cuz I gotta bag, fucked that bitch cuz she a eater, I can't leave without my heater, Deezy ridin' with a .40, Shoota ty he keep a nina, quick to smack a hoe like Tina, over East bitch we posted, I ain't worried about nothing I'm totting, talking murder bitch we on it, he got locked up for a body asked him questions and he told it, catch me sliding around in a Masi with this pistol this bitch stolen, bitch we still be on the block, still a 30 in this Glock, bitch we still be screaming POP, say my name you gon get shot, over East where shit get hectic bitch we got this shit on lock, book me for a show in Texas bet they fuck with me on POP, all niggas we be flexing, get a check go get some guap, jugg finessin' counting backends, bitch we do that shit alot, on my side it ain't no lacking, you gon end up in a box, for that og we be taxing but them niggas still gon shop, I keep popping on these perkys and these xannies, I can't stop, make a nigga run like Ricky, with this .50 send some shots, and these bitches they be iffy, that's why I can't cuff a thot, slide if you gon slide, we know your location you can't hide, it's still free the guys, I roll up a opp it got me high, I jump in a coupe, if she ain't gon fuck she get the boot, I run to the loot, I pour up the wock you sipping [fruit?](I run to the loot, I pour up the wock you sipping [fruit?])
Outro: With yo bitch ass stop playing (6666...),Wit yo bitch ass
Aye, Aye(Pow, Pow, Pow, Pow), Aye, Aye, Popway!, Aye, Aye, (Pow, Pow, Pow, Pow), ALL THE OPPS GON DIE THIS YEAR
( Meech Popout )
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