Pop, pop, pop, pop.
Blood, blood, blood, blood.
Pop, pop, pop, pop.
Blood, blood, blood, blood.
Cover fire.
I need a rumor.
Your a school shooter.
A problematic desire.
I'm just a gun with the hire.
Pop your skull and your tires.
I want your feeling and everything in your fiber.
Uh, uh, uh, uh.
And I'm popping bubblegum.
Yeah, I feel you on my tongue.
Lick across the clip of my gun.
Am I, am I in love.
Or am I off the drugs?.
Your girl say I f*ck like a thug.
She want kisses over blunts.
Let the chains hit her face.
Gunshots feel like a blade.
Swerve the car, make me race.
Suicide's a mistake.
Snipers chill with berets.
Push you off of the edge.
Throwing knife, like, pick your fight. Pussy boy, I wanna see my bride.
I feel like Xzibit 'cause I pimp my ride.
Yeah, bitch, just want you to pick up your side.
Thoughts contrived, yeah, baby.
I can never do right in your mind.
It's just so hard to stay attached to this world.
love you like matter.
MP5 like scatter.
Blunts just leaves me staggered.
Got 12 on me.
Won't let me be.
Got gummy worms stuck in my teeth.
I seen her face, I'm that OG.
Grapple tape on my SMG.
Talk, talk, talk but you won't beat me.
Cover fire.
I need a rumor.
I'm just cooler.
All right, IG.
I had a, had a hard work out today but.
I'll see y'all later?.
What's up boy?
(Pop, pop, pop, pop.
Blood, blood, blood, blood.
Pop, pop, pop, pop.
Blood, blood, blood blood).