Bigg DJD - Popo

Cruisin' through the streets we come from NYC
Ridin' with the family and we rockin' NLE
It was Astro, Westin, Matsu, Ty and of course, me
We bothered no one got stopped by police
I'ma tell you only one time that pussy was coughin'
You already know he tryna put me in a coffin
I’m already tired of hearing that bitch talkin'
I’d rather have a Tenpenny than a fuckin' Chauvin
He stopped us in the street with his gun already out
Came up to the window and told us to get out
He shot one in the head and one in the calf, nigga
Now my brother dead bro, what we did now?
We got guns in the side and guns in the glove
We got autos in the closet, got shotty under the rug
We all niggas in the hood, dog we all good
Trippin' you bitch nigga, we don’t fuck with Popo you
We got guns in the side and guns in the glove
We got autos in the closet, got shotty under the rug
We all boys in the hood, dog we all good
Trippin' you bitch nigga, we don’t fuck with Popo you
Poppin' like a pimple nigga obviously we on this shit
Hood to hood and block to block obviously we own this shit
Fuckin' with my business I’ll fuck you up in a minute
I don’t fuck with no bitch cop I won’t be hit again
Huh, caught you lackin' once again
Inspiration: Eminem, Biggie Smalls, P-U-N
Army of gangin' men kill you in a minute man
Huh, fuck with this
Fuck you thought this is?
This that new York shit
Then again we practicing counting it till hands get cramped
Writing names till carpel tunnel for what you said on the internet
Poppin' it
Ain’t no justice ain’t no peace, I ain’t fuckin' with police
Hit me one more fuckin' time it’ll be a first degree
Guns in the side and guns in the glove
We got Autos in the closet, got shotty under the rug
We all niggas in the hood, dog we all good
Trippin' you bitch nigga, we don’t fuck with Popo you
We got guns in the side and guns in the glove
We got Autos in the closet, got shotty under the rug
We all boys in the hood, dog we all good
Trippin' you bitch nigga, we don’t fuck with Popo you
I was outside chillin' at my homeboys house
Concrete jungle with poachers lurkin' ‘round
They’ll lock yo' ass up in the doggy pound
Watch what you do and watch for the sounds
You don’t wanna get it then you be signing out
Yellin' I can’t breathe they don’t give a fuck now
Quote tatted on my arm wow it’s for life now
Shouldn’t get to this point but here we are child
One, two, three, four, I’m countin' for my brothers
One, two, three, four, I’m countin' for my sisters
One, two, three, four, I’m countin' all these deaths I’m
Looking at the charts and I’m looking all depressed, we
Shouldn’t get killed for a couple bad checks
Stop pointing all your guns and kneeling on our necks
We didn’t do shit we didn’t hurt you
Get it through your head we ain’t at all against you
Fightin' for civil fucking rights, nigga
Scared for my motherfuckin' life, nigga
This is why I’m a fuckin' rapper
This is why half of us is trappers
This is why I make my gun chatter
This is why all Black Lives Matter

Written by:
David Nieves

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