TwoCup - Ain't Ever Going Pop

Swear to my chopper and my Glock
Swear to my chopper and my Glock
Swear to my chopper and my Glock
Swear to my chopper and my Glock
Swear to my chopper and my Glock
Swear to my chopper and my Glock
Swear to my chopper and my Glock
That I ain't ever going pop
I drink my syrup by the notch, and tequila by the shot
Police bout to raid the spot, won't slow it down or stop
But if you really wanna cop, you know to meet me at the spot
You know the bando at the top, with all the doors n windows locked
Bottles up, bottoms up
Balling like the lotto bruh
Lungs done seen a lot of blunts
Nose done found a lot of bumps
Ugh, I moved a lot of junk
A lot of stuff in a lot of trunks
Feet too fresh, it's either Jordan's or the custom dunks
Now what the fuck is up, ugh
All that hating's nothing much
Mobbed up deep, you don't really wanna fuck with us
So go one fill em up
Yeah you know they call him cup
Never gave a fuck
And I ain't in it now for giving much
Started from the bottom
I ain't ever seen the top
You better meet me mid ways
Or you gone have to call the cops
I'm still young enough to grind
But I'm old enough to stop
Swear to my chopper and my Glock
That I ain't ever going pop
Swear to my chopper and my Glock
Swear to my chopper and my Glock
Swear to my chopper and my Glock
Swear to my chopper and my Glock
Swear to my chopper and my Glock
Swear to my chopper and my Glock
Swear to my chopper and my Glock
That I ain't ever going pop
Ain't turning pop, burn down Vermont
This shit won't stop, I'm turning up
Swear to my chopper and my Glock
I'm getting hot, it's burning up
That R E S - P E C
I heard enough, you won't see T
Don't care about that noise you making
Name still churning in these streets
Another day, ain't nothing change
If it's been fuck you, it's still fuck you
Watched you change up for some change
Feel my reign from here to Timbuktu
Look I calls it how I sees it
And I see your made your call
Got a chopper in the seat
When you see me bitch it's on
Hollow tips, holi-days
You gone see them hollows spray
You won't have to stop n guess
Bitch I'm going all the way
They ask me who I trust
The answers simple, man I don't
Know you a gambling man, dog
Bet it all on you won't
Stop all that faking, you complacent
Boy, you playing with a Boss
Quit trying to cake up, get your weight up
You gone have to take a loss
When them rifles aimed at you
You know they aiming for the top
Swear to my chopper and my Glock
I ain't ever going pop
Swear to my chopper and my Glock
Swear to my chopper and my Glock
Swear to my chopper and my Glock
Swear to my chopper and my Glock
Swear to my chopper and my Glock
Swear to my chopper and my Glock
Swear to my chopper and my Glock
That I ain't ever going pop

Written by:
Robert Millwood

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