ViZiT LA - Pop One

It's 15 in the clip, aim it at your click
And we don't ever miss, killa' all I make is hits
Im a product of the streets, mama made me like this

Product of the beef, so I stay with my shit
If a nigga want war, then this war get to crackin'
We ain't never lackin', pistol on me strapped in
Finna' bust plays on them hoes like Madden

Finna' switch lanes when this thing hits traffic
Probably get ghost on that hoe like Casper
Say she with me, but to me it don't matter
Gun on my waist, mug on my face

Don't claim that you run shit, but just run away
I'ma po' me a deuce, roll me a blunt
Don't say you smoke Uush
If that shit is bunk, bitch, it's only the kill

And only the real, this 40 got spilled for the homies
Got killed all alone in that field and I still remain G
Fucking with me, get you murked on the scene
Rest in piss to the beef

Them niggas was weak, I'ma pop me a opp just to get me some sleep
A beast off the leash when I creep on these streets
This shit that I preach got me banned from TV
In love with these streets and I doubt that I'll leave

Mad love for my team for help reaching my dreams
Now it's time to pop one and lay low
Bitch, you better come when the nigga say so
Always running from the cops, made a nigga hate those

And these niggas love to talk, get they fucking face blown
Now it's time to pop one and lay low
Bitch, you better come when the nigga say so
Always running from the cops, made a nigga hate those

And these niggas love to talk, get they fucking face blown

Written by:
Abraham Guerrero

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