| Like Pop Rocks, I pop y'all
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| Pull it out my pocket and pop it and knock your block off
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| Shots like Topgolf
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| No witness, no cop cars
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| I pop up like an ad, look around like "Who popped ya?"
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| Motherfuckers get knocked off
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| Criss-cross clips got you jumpin' like hopscotch
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| The world is nothin' but bad news and cancer
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| Knockin' on the devil's door and I'm the one that answers
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| I don't do the dialogue, I don't do the banter
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| SESH just appeared, now they shaking with their hands up
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| Put 'em up, look down when I'm around
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| One glance into the dead man's eyes will make you drown
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| Hanging out the sun roof, Glock .9 bustin'
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| Talkin' what you gon' do, you won't do nothin'
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| Tape in the deck, DeadBoy bumpin' (What?)
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| BONES rock a mic, now thе whole crowd jumpin'
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| Better rеspect my pimpin', I'm sippin', I'm cold-cuppin'
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| Ice in my glass and glaciers on my knuckles
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| Five finger rings (Ring), boombox boomin' (Boom)
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| Actin' tough, boy, who the fuck you think you foolin'?
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| I'ma speak my mind 'til I can't no more
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| My neck on shine and my wrist on froze
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| I'ma speak my mind 'til I can't no more
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| Hundred blunts later, movin' in slow-mo
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| 'Til I can't no more, yeah
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| 'Til I can't no more
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| 'Til I can't no more
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| SESH |