Letra de Pop Shit - Yungeen Ace

(Feat. Spinabenz)

Oh yeah

They know how I'm rockin'

They know how I drop shit, nigga

Real nigga shit, uh

Niggas know I slang iron

When I pop out, niggas dying, believe that

Feeling a little toxic

I ain't pop no pill today (I ain't pop no pill today)

Remember I was starving

I ain't did shit but I made a mil' today (I made a mil' today)

Said he got the drop, I told him, "Chill, let him live today" (facts)

Bag on his head, they don't give a fuck, they killed him anyway (boom, baow)

I was calling shots just like a narrator (come here)

Don't underestimate me, stood over him, sent him to the cemetery

Love in memory, they put it all up in the obituary (in the obituary)

Big fish, he was 'posed to been dead, why he ain't dead already (why?)

I don't like speaking on opps because I'm already ahead already

I don't misconstrue, when it's beef my killers know they coming through (come here)

Big or small, step on something, I'll never ever pick and choose

They still don't know who did it, they wave his face across the news

Sent them shots straight to his face, so this case they cannot prove (ohh)

They gon' make me spray broad day (broad day)

Hundred round drum out the Drac'

They gon' have to call vice out

Swang that motherfucker all day

They know I'ma shoot this bitch the fuck up, I don't play

Pull up, drop the window, swang this bitch, we shooting all K's

They know me I'm on some gangster shit, I'll do this broad day

Ayy, I let my dawg have my PlayStation, I don't motherfucking play

I'ma pull up to they shit and dump some rounds out this Drac'

When I catch that nigga I'ma blow his shit, I'ma shoot him right in the face

Thirty-eight shell catch him for sure, it's finna be another closed case

They steady asking 'bout my name, you better know it hold weight

They steady asking what's in my wood, you better know I smoke 8

I spin once, they know I get active

Fuck the law and the detective

Phone on 'droid, ain't no tracker

Fuck the opps, you know they acting (fuck 'em)

Deep in the streets, you know I dive in

Pass me the Glock, you know I'm surviving

Choppers clap, they know I'm not him

On the block, they know I'll knock them

I don't know what these nigga thought

I don't know why the fuck these niggas tried me

I was fourteen years old when I had stood over that body

I was eighteen when the police found out I was collecting bodies

Man, fuck that shit I'm out my body

I'm on this drink, they think I'm wilding

Fucked this freaky bitch, I ain't ready for no baby, she think I'm childish

Bitch, I had nutted all in that pussy, I told that ho I wore a condom

I speak the truth on what I talk, they think it's nonsense (they think it's nonsense)

Just 'cause I play dumb and get retarded, think I don't got sense

Lord forgive me, you seen me drop shit

They thought I had a cap gun 'cause I pop shit

And they would've thought I was in a band 'cause how I rock shit

Spina got the keys to the game, he a locksmith

Leave him in the streets bust his brain he on that opp shit

Opps be trying to squash beef on the low but this is not it (this is not it)

No sympathy for your mama, pussy nigga, you know I drill shit (boom)

Kill shit, fifteen years old, I was going on real hits (fifteen)

Nineteen years old I caught a real blicks, blicky blicky

My nigga told on me, shit got sticky icky

Name a nigga out here in my city who really fucking with me

Ever since they killed my day one nigga that shit therefucked with me

My ex bitch, she fucked my brother, since then that shit done stuck with me

Fuck with me

Nigga, I be active in these streets they know what's up with me

We done did so much shit over east my nigga stuck with me

Fully automatic I'll shoot it if you fuck with me

If whoppa got the chopper he'll shoot you for a buck 50

If whoppa got the chopper he'll shoot yo' ass for nothing really

Yeah, fuck with me, gang

Go, go

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