Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pop My Shit, artist - 9lokkNine. Album song Mind Of Destruction, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 24.10.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: AFNF
Song language: English
Pop My Shit |
| Them niggas already know where we from |
| And who we with |
| Glokk 19 with a big ol drum |
| I’m like how I’m gon miss |
| OD I swear they don’t know bout struggle |
| And what we did |
| Nigga I’d never ever leave my brother |
| By side I stand |
| Same damn posse I ain’t switch up shit |
| Nigga already know how I’m rockin |
| I swing the whole shit |
| I run down nigga pop my glokk |
| But ima pop my shit |
| Thought I’m from atlanta ima pop my shit |
| Ima pop my shit |
| Skinny fat I’m make feel this shit |
| I’m tryna peel me a bitch pop a pill |
| My niggas waitin for appeals and shit |
| These crackers tryan max out a jit |
| Thought I was broke til I brought the racks out on a bitch |
| Go to twistin my fingers stackin and shit |
| I got pc thought I was goin to the gym |
| Population its trial and tribulations to this |
| Fuck racist they want me doin ages in this |
| And I don’t want no patience for it |
| Pop out and get popped down my them jits |
| Now I got blood on my kicks |
| Guitar hero nigga rock out with ya clique |
| We posted up waitin for the blitz |
| Ain’t no new niggas nah ain’t no new niggas |
| We got two dropped off and your whole crew can’t get in |
| I’m ball tall I fall when I flop ima sit |
| Now lil O got the ball and the rock in his hand |
| Its your court nigga ask who |
| Up the road where they thought I was wreckin them |
| And the trooper keep thinkin she’s gon catch the bitch |
| These crackers keep findin out shit cause a snitch |
| I’m from where you get extorted by a jit |
| Them gold slugs talk jibberish |
| Them niggas already know where we from |
| And who we with |
| Glokk 19 with a big ol drum |
| I’m like how I’m gon miss |
| OD I swear they don’t know bout struggle |
| And what we did |
| Nigga I’d never ever leave my brother |
| By side I stand |
| Same damn posse I ain’t switch up shit |
| Nigga already know how I’m rockin |
| I swing the whole shit |
| I run down nigga pop my glokk |
| But ima pop my shit |
| Thought I’m from atlanta ima pop my shit |
| Ima pop my shit |
| You get right get left |
| I cook up no chef |
| Everybody rap bout death |
| But I’m stay skrapped that’s forever |
| Gun on my hip no belt |
| When we step we step |
| When I was doin time you left |
| When I was doin time you left |
| When I was just thuggin my way |
| And goin thru pain and rage |
| Free tay he locked in a cage |
| I wonder who gon ride the wave |
| These niggas be btihces you hoes be lovin these niggas |
| So everybody fake |
| But yeah we skrapped with them glizzys |
| You move wrong we send shots to the face |
| Them niggas already know where we from |
| And who we with |
| Glokk 19 with a big ol drum |
| I’m like how I’m gon miss |
| OD I swear they don’t know bout struggle |
| And what we did |
| Nigga I’d never ever leave my brother |
| By side I stand |
| Same damn posse I ain’t switch up shit |
| Nigga already know how I’m rockin |
| I swing the whole shit |
| I run down nigga pop my glokk |
| But ima pop my shit |
| Thought I’m from atlanta ima pop my shit |
| Ima pop my shit |