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I would let you hop in the ride but you ain't real enough
Heard about the cappin, bout the stackin boy, the gig is up
Horses in the hood tell that motherf*cker giddy up
Word around town I'm about to turn the city up
Unh I did, unh get big
Poppin rose' til the motherf*cker fill me up
Poppin rose' til the motherf*cker fill me up
You'll have a hard time lookin if you find someone real as us
Real as us, real as us
Poppin rose' til the motherf*cker fill me up
Poppin rose', pop pop poppin rose til the motherf*cker fill me up
Poppin rose' til the mothef*cker fill me up
You have a hard time looking if you find someone real as us
The people want melody, my niggas got felonies
Ion want ya girly, please, she look like the letter P
No ass at-all, I'm a dog, got them draws, never text or a call
Just got a rapper's girl, if I was wack I would diss you
I'm good wit the hands, but now I rap got a pistol
Dap me up, talk behind my back, what a bitch do
They cant write me off, I'm gettin rich wit a pencil
2-1-4 The whole metroplex f*ck it, I do it for the young fly niggas gettin buckets
Twenties and fifties and hunnids
I came to run it up, give a f*ck who run it, throw ya neighborhood up, up, up
Weak stomach, now ya know you see the smoke, cause you know the flames comin
Off-white jumpman, yea you know the bitch jumpin
Still the heartbreak kid, DX shit suck it, suck it
I would let you hop in the ride but you ain't real enough
Heard about the cappin, bout the stackin boy, the gig is up
Horses in the hood tell that motherf*cker giddy up
Word around town I'm about to turn the city up
Unh I did, unh get big
Poppin rose' til the motherf*cker fill me up
Poppin rose' til the motherf*cker fill me up
You'll have a hard time lookin if you find someone real as us
Real as us, real as us
Poppin rose' til the motherf*cker fill me up, poppin rose', pop pop poppin rose
Poppin rose' til the mothef*cker fill me up
You have a hard time looking if you find someone real as us
Dreams as it seems from one king, the gleam from one ring
Will take ya girl right out her g-string
Box spring papi, snake-skin shoes probably, got em fienin in the lobby
Make em wanna get naughty
Young John Gotti, love gun got bodies, real sloppy, try to copy, can't fill a nigga nikes
I'm really in the game, boys treat it like a hobby, I'm big headed, this my world
Word to Bobby
Yea yea yea