| I’ma ball like I’m Scottie Pippen
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| They be like, «Popp, you so motherfuckin' hot»
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| If you stand too close then you might catch a tan
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| Now I can see why it’s more than a band
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| Bro brought a drum and he sayin', «Let's rock»
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| Uh, I don’t fuck with no cop
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| No red light, man, I won’t stop (Yeah, yeah)
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| Uh, ain’t cuffin' no thot
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| Just want the top, man, I don’t want the box (Woah, woah)
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| Uh, I don’t fuck with no opps
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| Gang tryna kill so we spinnin' they blocks (Brrt)
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| The shit go left when shit hit the fan
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| Niggas always talkin' all that shit on the Gram (Ayy)
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| We gon' pull up to your block in a van
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| Shit all fun and jokes 'til your man get blammed (Go)
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| Shed light on your block, man, this a new land
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| He was acting tough, pulled up, then he ran (Woah)
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| This how you tell that I’m straight from the gutter
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| I walk in the spot with a gun in my pants
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| .223, man, this shit going up
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| Fah-fah-fah, man, right at your top (Top)
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| Even if I don’t even got me a gun
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| If I swing first then the gang gon' ride (Woah, woah)
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| From the North to the South, that’s mob ties
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| Same old gang-gang, squad-squad (Grrah, grrah)
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| Everybody shoot shit, look out
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| Now you a pack, you Zaza (Brrt)
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| Run right down and we takin' your shit
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| Like a STD, man, you just got burnt
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| Try to fall back, I’m a rockstar now
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| I’ma jump in the crowd like Lil Uzi Vert (Yeah, yeah)
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| Don’t try me 'cause you gon' get hurt
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| Don’t run up 'cause you gon' get murked (Woah, woah)
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| I don’t think you wanna be on a shirt
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| So you better think smart while you on this Earth (Hunna)
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| I’m off a Addy, ain’t poppin' no Percs
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| Ain’t talkin' Rihanna, I’m puttin' in work (Pourin')
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| , gotta keep me a gun
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| When I’m out the streets, man, I stay on alert (Pourin')
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| Gimme this head when it freak, when it
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| Told her, «Suck on that dick and don’t get on my nerves»
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| Please do not get on my nerves
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| Pop me a Perc' like (Say what? Huh?)
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| Pop me a Perc' like (Say what? Huh?)
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| Earned my stripes, I earned (Say what? Like huh?)
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| Run up on me, get clipped (What you say?)
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| Run up on me, get burnt (Brrat)
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| (Hunna) Popp came up, he the motherfuckin' man (Yeah)
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| How the fuck he go like straight to the top?
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| He was just locked up in the motherfuckin' can (Can)
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| And the party go down if I step in (FiveSixOne)
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| I’ma ball like I’m Scottie Pippen
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| They be like, «Popp, you so motherfuckin' hot»
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| If you stand too close then you might catch a tan
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| Now I can see why it’s more than a band
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| Bro brought a drum and he sayin', «Let's rock»
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| Uh, I don’t fuck with no cop
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| No red light, man, I won’t stop (Yeah, yeah)
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| Uh, ain’t cuffin' no thot
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| Just want the top, man, I don’t want the box (Woah, woah)
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| Uh, I don’t fuck with no opps
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| Gang tryna kill so we spinnin' they blocks (Brrt)
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| Hop in the Lambo', take off
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| .40 gon' take your face off
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| Hop in the rocket, blast off
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| Niggas wanna play with us, play ball
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| I don’t see haters, Ray Charles
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| I’m on the block with a pack in my drawers
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| Spend me a check when I go to the mall
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| Pushin' the gas when I run from the law |