is black donuts and dirty backs Let me tell how you rough I get I pop shit behind your back get in your face and pop the same shit You can't get in
stop me Treat your best shot and get dropped With your posse, nigga I got the ?mott? I'm takin em out, a lot I got More than you could pop I'm rockin
more You changed, you rearranged, you're not the same, your raps are blame That explain why you lost your fame Used to be on top, then you fell like rain drops You turned pop
no more, sayin no more No games no mourn, on the grind and we came for yours In a four-double, Billboard trouble This industry ain't ready for no more
finished Drop the top when its pretty Pop the six in a minute Savage Life don?t forget it Trill Fam in da building We gon need some more space
tried to tell these niggas we don't play I run up on you broad day with a A.K Cornball I can make your heart beat stop Pop pop your body drop from a
fun Say I got cancer, get dropped, take the advancement and run Driveby you in the rain while you carry your son Call your house and hang up on you for not givin me none
around the planet earth, making money, having fun Walk around the planet earth, making money, having fun I'm the most from the coast of the Eastern flav' Droppin' more
one do And I ain't puffin' nuthin', make all my gun shoot You let your gun loose, none o' 'em niggas gun proof Watch them niggas drop, when I pop one
whoop, pull over, that ass is too fat Whoop, whoop, pull over, that ass is too fat Dumps in the truck, thighs like what? Ain't none, hoe got more booty
m HOT- five hunnid degrees or more My do' block a M-16 or more I'm in the store copin shit u ain't seen before Black card swipe,(yea) we galore(yea) (
what they thought shit didn't pop Right away they got caught slippin And Mike really started trippin After a couple months he droped out of school Now
tell these niggas, we don't play I run up on you broad day with a A-K Cornball I can make your heart beat stop Pop pop your body drop from a couple
fuck Fuck yo luck 'cause I ran out And I bail out in a black truck I don't even wanna see yo face no more I'ma rip it off and then punch your skull
niggas ain't G's, they wanna be thugs And it ain't shit, these ain't no muthafuckin' slugs The fools and plugged plus ain't no hoes over here I done dropped more
slaps, makin' snaps Cold cash money and Too $hort raps Oakland, California that's where I'm from The city where the boys say you don't want none But
more You changed, you rearranged You're not the same, your raps are blame That explain why you lost your fame Used to be on top, then you fell like rain drops You turned pop