Big Grip, 4PF Mackie, NG City - Pop Smoke

I know whats goin on yeah
At any giving time I might pop on the smoke
Young niggas out the window hittin the stick till it choke
An im really having racks stacks a never ever fold
We aint stressing free no rats yeah we know a nigga told
Nigga say ya getting money well how much ya gross
When I go to popping they say I do the most
Might wake up in the morning go pop on the smoke
They gone treat like the pope when you give the hood hope (yeah)
Fuckin wit Grip nigga we want smoke
Glock with the switch hit da block reload
Call up City got Supa in the 4
Trappin them bags at Cuzo store
12 ride by keep ya eye on them folks
Mackie back home I gave Ladd St Hope
Try to take my chain then Im at ya throat
If I say go my youngins gone go
30s on 30s on micro dracos
Got a dick on my 40 my drum out the a drac
Spin a nigga block hit hard earthquake
My name ring bells in the city hold weight
At any giving time I might pop on the smoke
Young niggas out the window hittin the stick till it choke
An im really having racks stacks a never ever fold
We aint stressing free no rats yeah we know a nigga told
Nigga say ya getting money well how much ya gross
When I go to popping they say I do the most
Might wake up in the morning go pop on the smoke
They gone treat like the pope when you give the hood hope (yeah)
Yeaa I shoot at yo bros Big Sup want smoke
Leave the pussy boy shook up just like a coke
These niggas so sweet aint nothing to suga coat
Im a real deal stepper leave my prints on his throat
Got straps like the navy knock him off the top rope
Put a biscuit on da drake it didnt come out the stove
Fn left his head wide open like a bowl
50 racks on his head he got booked like a show
Say ya man with da cap Im a let him promote
Mack pull in the scat got hittas from the 4
Big Sup keep a grip so you know im hood hope
At any giving time I might pop on the smoke
Young niggas out the window hittin the stick till it choke
An im really having racks stacks a never ever fold
We aint stressing free no rats yeah we know a nigga told
Nigga say ya getting money well how much ya gross
When I go to popping they say I do the most
Might wake up in the morning go pop on the smoke
They gone treat like the pope when you give the hood hope (yeah)

Written by:
cavario major, marqedric manuel, willie robinson

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