2KJ - Cherry Pop

Uh yea
Grraa
Bitch
Brrrra
This shit too easy for me man
You ain't a real scooter we saw your whip drive off the block
The whole gangs full of barbers they take shit off the top
Heard he was tryna grow them locks out, we chopped that shit off
She ain't talm'bout soda when she want her real cherry popped
She keep her head out the whip when we go on a chase
She like the way we live fast so I don't step on the breaks
Like 250 on the dash she said "I like it this way"
Said she "ain't a hoe" but she tryna fuck for the fame
He said he pushing weight?
Bro that shit look light as a feather
She from the nether enjoy sitting in that all blue leather
My chain iced out I feel like I'm changing the weather
Text her whatever and this hoe sent me a whole love letter
On they neck
they see red bottoms right when I step
Don't get it switched cus these Louboutins cost half of this tech
That's a bet
DJ Khaled cus they know we the best
She ain't talm'bout chicken when she said to buy her some breasts
My brodie hold a 40 and it came with a switch
He never miss you either dead or you gon leave with a limp
My shorty never boring and she like when I spit
I grab her neck and she look up and then I give her a kiss
It ain't rizz I look over now she asking for dick
We started laughing when you pulled up tryna sell us a zip
We push real weight we still got 20 P's to flip
They tried to drug test me I just put some water in my piss and then I dip
Hit my bro "You tryna light up a spliff?"
This shit easy I make like a hunnid a minute
I never finish
Got your sister on my dick I ain't kidding
They got me livid
They tryna make me pay for the kitten
RIP Lil Loaded bro carried the whole fucking industry
Had to hit up your bitch because I knew she was feeling me
I don't follow rules I do what I want are you kidding me?
She came over, gave me neck then threw her out like I'm littering
I got millions stop asking me for bread that shit killing me
It's a lil extra if you tryna pay for delivery
A hunnid bullets in the drum I call it my centipede
That's the recipe
This 40 bouta sing you a melody
Bad bitch she keep her nails done when she touch
I interrupt her and say "Nothing" when she asked me the budget
He pop a perc and do anything like my shooter a puppet
He disgusting
Unless it's bout money I won't discuss it
He bugging
Is it cus I'd beat your ass we holding grudges?
Check my bank to remind me that I'm worth triple your husband
Sip it slow I never been a fan of the chugging
They know the Glock hot he tryna get put in the oven
I'm literally the hottest white boy on the block right bro
Ya'll don't even know who you playing with
Fuck outa here man
Shout out Ice Spice she the only real one in this bih
She put me up here

Written by:
Joshua Arnold

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