Kartel Fo' - Pop Off

Fuck around and drop a rapper
Glock a put him in a pamper
Smoke em pass it off to cancer
Choppa turn em to a dancer
Pop off
He won't do it
Pop off
Only in music
Pop off
He not stupid
Pop off
They keep on losing
Fuck around and drop a rapper
Glock a put him in a pamper
Smoke em pass it off to cancer
Choppa turn em to a dancer
Pop off
He won't do it
Pop off
Only in music
Pop off
He not stupid
Pop off
They keep on losing

Im really a stepper
Glock and it's suppressor
They live off the extras
I'm built off the pressure
I think it's depressing
How you rap but ain't stepping
You a bitch and you messy
You'd be dead if they let me
He beat on the BM
And think that he tough
But when ever we see him
He running through cuts
He tucking his nuts
And we lining em up
We be in his hood
And we fucking em up
All the guns he posting
He ain't toting
You gone die for running up on me
He by his lonely
His mans rolled one em
I paid him to back door his homie
Kill a man who kilt his man
Common enemies but not my friend
Just another dead man
About to meet his dead friend

So, ONE
We dropped yo man's
TWO
We clapped yo boo
THREE
I'm looking for you
FOUR
We dropped one mo
FIVE
Yo mommas cry
SIX
This nigga is a bitch
He keep clutching on his stick
But he ain't never popping shit
He died with it

Fuck around and drop a rapper
Glock a put him in a pamper
Smoke em pass it off to cancer
Choppa turn em to a dancer
Pop off
He won't do it
Pop off
Only in music
Pop off
He not stupid
Pop off
They keep on losing
Fuck around and drop a rapper
Glock a put him in a pamper
Smoke em pass it off to cancer
Choppa turn em to a dancer
Pop off
He won't do it
Pop off
Only in music
Pop off
He not stupid
Pop off
They keep on losing

Written by:
Da'Tiniece Ariyo

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