Lyrics POP - Kwengface

POP

Too reckless, I been eatin' 'em up like breakfast
From the hood so I know 'bout bricks, tetris
I’ll party if I can’t see the exit
I’m a real life bitch, no edit (Yeah)
Tryna, wanna act up, boy it’s temptin'
On my last warnin', forgot to mention (Ha, ha)
On the blogs or the station, I’m not commentin'
For my hood, I been representin' (I been)
You ain’t hard, I been block cementin'
Niggas don’t get time
I just give a man «Are we ventin'?»
A girl like me hard to come by
If the Feds stop me, I’ll be tongue tied
I be really goin' in since we outside
L-Lookin' like I’m really givin' 'em a hard time
Pop, pop, habada, that’s hot (Pop, pop)
L-Let me just slap that, itchin' to tap that, cattin' to get that drop (Graah,
graap, braap, braap)
Man a get cheffed or shot (Woo)
Us man put boys on tops, Fed chase runnin' from a racist cop (Skrt, skrt)
Us man put boys on tops, Fed chase runnin' from a racist- (Yeah)
T-Tell her don’t talk on my line, that’s hot (It's long)
There’s tings in the whip and it’s lookin' like a real long
with the tings that I got (Woo)
Put it in my bra or socks (Yeah)
Since young man, I been a street fighter (I swear)
If you said you ain’t a punk, me neither
I just jumped in the whip for a drive
Now I’m smoke like «Pass me the lighter» (Look)
Look, too-too reckless (Mad)
Man’s all in her throat, no necklace (Mad)
Oof, how do I stress this?
If you ain’t part of the section, exit (Out)
Big ting put him in the air like Rare (Braap)
Straight down south where we sent him (Braap, braap)
When I cum man, I come to my senses (Mad)
Bro said the wrong thing so we cheffed him (Di-di-dip, dip)
Did it and I left no trace
With a bally up on my face
We ain’t runnin' in the same race
When I pull up, it’s a closed case
Better close that case, no face, no trace
Outside when I bust that suttin' (Hrr, hrr)
The boy ain’t stayin' for nuttin'
Caught me a vibe when I touch that button (Braap, braap)
These days, all I see is angel numbers
S-Still I’m a sinner
My niggas in my DMs in the last six months, right now man, it up in the
hundreds (Yuh)
I don’t mix no pleasure with business, no witness man, I’m gettin' her silenced
(No way)
Too pretty to be fightin', I got guys that’s ridin' (Look, I swear)
Ridin', ridin', glidin', knifin', this shit’s excitin'
Yeah bitch, I’m a stunner, no plumber but I bringin' 'em pipes in
Bubble butt all on me (Mm), that ting’s enticin'
Angle the arm with a Anglo Arm, nah B, I ain’t on fightin'
Pop, pop, habada, that’s hot (Pop, pop)
L-Let me just slap that, itchin' to tap that, cattin' to get that drop (Graah,
graap, braap, braap)
Man a get cheffed or shot (Woo)
Us man put boys on tops, Fed chase runnin' from a racist cop (Skrt, skrt)
Us man put boys on tops, Fed chase runnin' from a racist- (Yeah)
T-Tell her don’t talk on my line, that’s hot (It's long)
There’s tings in the whip and it’s lookin' like a real long
with the tings that I got (Woo)
Put it in my bra or socks (Yeah)
Since young man, I been a street fighter (I swear)
If you said you ain’t a punk, me neither
I just jumped in the whip for a drive
Now I’m smoke like «Pass me the lighter»