Big Aren - Pop Shit

Ah, ah
Ah, ah
Aye
I be running with the homies we gone pop shit
Running through the city with a stick fuck a stock clip
Like I was from Houston how I'm chillin with the rockets
Talking all the shit lil homie we gone pop it
Do it on my I don't need no accomplice
Bad decisions made gotta clear my conscience
All this fake love got me feeling a little nauseous
All you copy cats my sons you adopted
Talking all that trash behind my back you is garbage
Hating on someone that you know hoe stop it
No love for a player when they see the boy poppin
No love for a player when they see the boy poppin
Call me Tay-K I be winning this race
No, no OJ I be beating that case
St, Started from bottom swear nothing was the same
Talk to me nice I ain't into playing games
Follow the G code like it's locked in soul
You a son of a simp you a son of a hoe
They watch how I rock and they watch how I roll
Follow close behind like I'm haunted by ghosts
Fuck the opposition disappear like magician
Detective on the case gotta catch all suspicion
They tryna knock me down but I got the ambition
Catch me in the streets and I swear I ain't missing bitch
I be running with the homies we gone pop shit
Running through the city with a stick fuck a stock clip
Like I was from Houston how I'm chillin with the rockets
Talking all the shit lil homie we gone pop it
Do it on my I don't need no accomplice
Bad decisions made gotta clear my conscience
All this fake love got me feeling a little nauseous
All you copy cats my sons you adopted
Look, Lil mama brought the draco to the party
Let it loose of the Henny and the Cardi
She brat don't call her no Barbie
Make it rain with that green no parsley
No hero I be chillin with some villains
Robinhood give my money to the children
Thought you knew it's loyalty over millions
Keep my day ones close and it's fuck them other bitches
I'm the Quietest in the room but I be doing the most
Silent but deadly yeah I move like a ghost
I got money so you know that I'm willing to boast
If you ain't starve with the boy then you eating alone
On my mama we gone make it trust me you gone see
And I don't need nobody else I got my team on me
I be murdering every beat to the third degree
And I'm a real bay boy that's a guarantee, yee
I be running with the homies we gone pop shit
Running through the city with a stick fuck a stock clip
Like I was from Houston how I'm chillin with the rockets
Talking all the shit lil homie we gone pop it
Do it on my I don't need no accomplice
Bad decisions made gotta clear my conscience
All this fake love got me feeling a little nauseous
All you copy cats my sons you adopted

Written by:
Aren Santos

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