Lyrics Pop Up - SHORELINE MAFIA

Pop Up

Yeah, yeah, hey, hey, hey, hey
Shoreline Mafia man
Huh, what, what
Fenix Flexin, Fenix Flexin, ayy, Fenix Flexin, ayy
Shootin' out the Uber when we pop up
Shoreline, we the motherfuckin' mafia
Yo, I don’t fuck with snakes or no imposters
Sippin' lean at Mastro’s, eatin' lobster
If you ain’t knowin' yet boy, we a problem
Pull up at his house and then we pop him (Pop, pop, pop)
Ain’t no peace treaty, that’s no option (Nope)
Ain’t no peace treaty, that’s no option (Nah, nah)
Money call my name (Wah), hold up, fuck the fame (Fuck it)
Girl these not no Skatehouse, these are Alexander Wangs (Damn)
Baby girl you cute but I can’t trust you with my name (Ok)
Baby girl I’m cool, I got a pill for everything (Wah)
Pour up my bro, this syrup wash away the pain (Pain)
Codeine in my liver, I got xannies in my brain (Xans)
Swear this bitch look stupid but she givin' up the brain
Pass it to my woe, he pass the blunt, yes we hit strange (Yo)
Famous in my city nigga, you can keep the fame (For real)
Girl you lookin' shitty, think your weave could use a change
Boy you lookin' broke, I think you could use some change
Neck it lookin' lonely, I think I could use some chains
Pocket lookin' swollen 'cause you know I keep the bang (Bling)
Salty 'cause your bitch on Twitter lookin' up my name (Plow, plow)
Damn your nigga lame, girl you cute, that’s a shame
I do magic with the dope like my name was David Blaine, yeah
Shootin' out the Uber when we pop up (Damn)
Shoreline, we the motherfuckin' mafia (Wha)
I don’t fuck with snakes or no imposters (Nah)
Sippin' lean at Mastro’s, eatin' lobster (Damn)
If you ain’t knowin' yet boy, we a problem
Pull up at his house and then we pop him (For real)
Ain’t no peace treaty, that’s no option
Ain’t no peace treaty, that’s no option
On the phone, I’m taking orders while a nigga half asleep
Told my baby weigh it out, make sure she do it accurately
Bushin' down your baby hairs while I’m bustin' down a P
If I tell her bust it open she gon' bust it wide for me
Get the boats, get it sold, I’m the best, she the GOAT
My lil baby keep me float, she gon' lie up under oath
All my weapons she gon' tote, Alexander Wang her coat
Man we flier than the most, save the xan, can’t make a toast, yeah
My lil baby doin' numbers, she don’t need a money counter
My lil bitch she down to set you up, well I’m so glad that I found her
She gon' count the cake up, let her do her make up (Yeah)
And she not fuckin' on niggas if we go and break up (For real)
Real bitch, real thick, real nigga, real clique
Real poles, real sticks, real dope, real bricks
Real pour, real sick, real bitch, real thick
Real nigga fuck with bitch, real nigga know the biz, ayy
Shootin' out the Uber when we pop up
Shoreline, we the motherfuckin' mafia (Damn)
I don’t fuck with snakes or no imposters (Nah)
Sippin' lean at Mastro’s, eatin' lobster (Bling)
If you ain’t knowin' yet boy, we a problem (For real)
Pull up at his house and then we pop him (Pop, pop, pop, pop)
Ain’t no peace treaty, that’s no option (Nah)
Ain’t no peace treaty, that’s no option (No way, take off, take off)