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letra de pop my sh*t - ybf k sauce

[hook]
imma tote a glock ’til a n-gga dead
face shot gang, we ain’t hittin’ legs
n-gga try to play, tell a n-gga pipe down
glizzy got a thing for them dreads
my choppa got a thing for them heads
i’ll stand on everything that i said
he on ig turnt up like we scared
tryna leave me burnt up and get bled
n-gga i’m a southside baby
i ain’t lettin’ no n-gga play me
you was b-tch made
how you gang gang now
these f-ck n-ggas went crazy
i ain’t name droppin’ no opp n-ggas
them f-ck n-ggas gotta pay me
gotta get it all out the mud
i be tryna pray to god that he save me

[verse]
i ain’t gotta get back for n0body
i ain’t got no “long live” on my page
these n-ggas ain’t clappin’ n0body
he ain’t even no shooter for real
he p-ssy, he just bought a strap for n0body
n-gga postin’ that chop, he a rookie
how the f-ck you a k!ller, and you ain’t got no bodies
n-gga i ain’t no k!ller for real, but push me
see how the f-ck imma go bout it
’cause you know i’m steppin’ on everything
i ain’t god
but b-tch imma let it rain
i ain’t rappin’ lil b-tch imma let it sing on a n-gga
like damon i’ll put the pain (payne) on a n-gga
leave his brain on his n-gga
glock only got one d-ck
but the hollows run a train on a n-gga
i’m tryna to pop my sh-t
i don’t drop names in songs ’cause soon as i’m on
i’m checkin’ off my whole list
these n-ggas act like bros
soon as you gone
they tryna get in yo’ b-tch
lotta these f-ck n-ggas yellin’ out “gang”
and soon as you die, they don’t take no risk
n-gga that be main reason i don’t do hits
whole lotta these lame n-ggas thinkin’ that rich sh-t
make ’em real
f-ck n-gga stay in yo’ lane
i’m already tryna tell g he gotta chill
he tryna k!ll
n-ggas be postin’ pics with all them bl!cks
don’t get ya’ ass popped like pills
f-ck n-gga bet’ not reach for my neck
or that’s self defense, i’m gettin’ the steel (steal), aye
shh got that switch on him
i love all my bruddas to death
so h-ll nah i can’t switch on them
don’t pop yo’ sh-t on ig, tell him try me
put that stick on him
i’ll pop yo’ sh-t online (on line)
like he qb, i’ll put that blitz on him
ridin’ ’round while polo talk that sh-t
i’m tryna get rich like him
she say who the f-ck you think you is
i told her b-tch i’m him
do too much i’m penny hardaway
’cause i’m gon’ spin like him
post on they block i’ll hit that fallaway
like i’m in my gym
b-tch you know i can’t hit no rim
[hook]
imma tote a glock ’til a n-gga dead
face shot gang, we ain’t hittin’ legs
n-gga try to play, tell a n-gga pipe down
glizzy got a thing for them dreads
my choppa got a thing for them heads
i’ll stand on everything that i said
he on ig turnt up like we scared
tryna leave me burnt up and get bled
n-gga i’m a southside baby
i ain’t lettin’ no n-gga play me
you was b-tch made
how you gang gang now
these f-ck n-ggas went crazy
i ain’t name droppin’ no opp n-ggas
them f-ck n-ggas gotta pay me
gotta get it all out the mud
i be tryna pray to god that he save me

- ybf k sauce

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