Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song PYREX POPPIN , by - Gunplay. Release date: 07.04.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
PYREX POPPIN |
| Coffee pot droppin' |
| Trap line on fire and they won’t stop knockin' |
| No safety on the 40 cause that shit there ain’t important |
| Got the J’s jumpin' out the gym, and I ain’t talkin' Jordans, eh |
| (Whoa, whoa, whoa) |
| I been up getting money, hustling for five days |
| I ain’t shaved, I ain’t paid, they say I’m stuck in my ways |
| Ain’t no safety on the 40 cause that shit ain’t important, woe |
| Only thing that matter is that the pussy fat as all the hoe |
| I got guns like these young niggas, and I use 'em too (Young niggas) |
| I usually do, Uzi new, shoot like crew v crew |
| Got a fully Call of Duty lookin' duly round |
| Thought you knew me til I told 'em put the Cuban down |
| Ain’t nobody gave me nothin', plucked it out the mud |
| Ain’t no rookie, cut the cookie til you count to one |
| Narcotic hard body like a hard bottle |
| Carol City, 50 bodies with the chalk around it |
| I can sell them now to ya |
| Tell me how that sound to ya |
| Sell 'em around the corner, I can sell 'em outta town to ya |
| Ain’t no mercy for the rats, or for the snakes |
| Black guns, mask, gloves if it’s what it takes |
| I keep the Pyrex poppin' (Whip it) |
| Coffee pot droppin' |
| Trap line on fire and they won’t stop knockin' |
| No safety on the 40 cause that shit there ain’t important |
| Got the J’s jumpin' out the gym, and I ain’t talkin' Jordans, eh |
| (Whoa, whoa, whoa) |
| I’m from the city where they kill you for your phone (Whoa) |
| Make you unlock the screen and then they do you wrong (Whoa) |
| Dig in your pockets after bullets break your bones (Bang) |
| Detectives know who did it but it go unsolved (Hahaha) |
| Another body write his name across the wall (Huh) |
| Shutdown the projects that’s a monetary loss (Why) |
| Look at statistics I’m the chairman of the charts (Rozay) |
| I fuck her once, I fuck her twice now she a boss (She a boss) |
| Piss in panties, yeah they say she was a peon (Whoa) |
| I gotta pamper, now she my Celine Deon (Huh) |
| You go to trial, you better have a bitch to lean on (Lean on) |
| Don’t cry to me, them not the terms you wanna leave on (Boss) |
| I’m layin' marble on the floors we used to sleep on (Uh huh) |
| You get a bond, I won’t get rest until you be home (Uh huh) |
| Gold chains, black shades like I was Nino (Whoa) |
| The whole thang, I done came off a kilo |
| I keep the Pyrex poppin' (Whip it) |
| Coffee pot droppin' |
| Trap line on fire and they won’t stop knockin' |
| No safety on the 40 cause that shit there ain’t important |
| Got the J’s jumpin' out the gym, and I ain’t talkin' Jordans, eh |
| (Whoa, whoa, whoa) |