Pop Shit

I'm spendin' ten racks
 How I'm startin' my day
 These niggas love to hate
 We get to pullin' on blocks
 Niggas jump in the gate
 Could've fucked first night
 Got the face, I can see the racks
 On Casey, the shit outrageous
 Pockets like a phone book
 Got pages, I don't fuck with these niggas
 They callin' me racist, fuck nigga play
 We erase em', gang!
 Reach for my chain, don't do that
 We on these fuck niggas top, like some hair
 And a doorag, dropped fifteen hundred
 On a shoe bag, fifty percent GD other fifty
 Throwin' blue rags, gotta be worth it
 I'm spendin' my cash on it
 Bankroll green, like grass on it
 Hop in a bitch, skirt off
 This bitch got no tag on it
 No Jimmy Nuetron, I'ma blast homie
 This shit here, ain't no where else
 I got this shit off the top shelf
 Cookin' this shit like top chef
 I keep it locked on stage if I can't bring my Glock there
 Trap house jumpin' out the gym, we got hops there
 Pulled up to make a play, it was cops there
 Spent five times, one day
 Tried to pop some, and doing all my shows
 Give a fuck if it's the opps there ay
 I'ma spazz out, crash out
 In the street like the verses
 Ain't goin' for three bands now
 I'ma cash cow, I'ma cash out
 He tried to keep up with money but lil' buddy
 He done ran out, we had spinned in a Benz
 We done ran down, he went to shootin'
 A lil' nine but this Mac-9 stand out
 Walked in the room, had her ass out
 I'm countin' dineros, I'm handlin' my business
 I'ma man now, roll up the opps
 And we smoke em', I got my dick in her mouth
 In her throat, I'ma choke her
 I can barely breathe, thick gold choker
 We got foreign and old schools
 Dre pull up on a floater
 Phone ringin' think I need a Motorola
 Cinco a migo, I do this shit here for the culture
 I'ma shoot and he gon' shoot too
 I ain't do no talking, we just get to blowin'
 Like a flute, bitch I'ma country boy
 Stop all assumptions, ain't no back in
 I ain't comin' out (Ayy)
 Hit from the back and I pull her hair
 I get to pull up and shootin'
 Swear to God I don't who to spare
 Ice on my neck like a cooler there
 308 bullets so big, swear to God
 I can shoot a bear, say "you got racks"
 Who you foolin' there?
 Truckload pull up and treat the scene
 Like a shootin' camp
 I get to floatin' and rollin' in motion
 They like "lil' nigga stop that"
 I keep the strap, swear to God
 They know I'ma pop that
 I don't beef with lil' boys
 Where ya pops at?
 He done went broke, now his baby mama
 All on my chopstick
 She givin' long neck like a ostrich
 I stay flyer than the two lil' dudes in the cockpit
 No 4th of July, I'ma pop shit, gang!