Correction Lyrics 60s by Pop Smoke

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On the block with a choppa, it was just me and chop
I was chilling with killers and scammers
N***as know how I rock when I came on the block
No construction, I play with them hammers
And f**k 12 them n***as can't stand us
They shoot at a kid with his hands up
Rest in peace to my soldiers and for all of my guys
We gon pour up a four in this Fanta
Respect a black man on a mission
From New York to L.A. we crippin'
Let em reflect on the album
The waiter on the edge i be sipping
I'm trynna get all my guys out the kitchen
For the money, you know that they itchin'
Free all my real n***as sittin' up
It's not how you falling it's how you getting up
15 on the check-ins, the Loub' what I'm st?ppin', .38 be the weapon no b*t*hin' up
Its big poppa stunna, you see m? start runnin'
You know its the gang no switching up
I'm toting them chops, you know I got glizzies
I keep some extra shooters with me
We trap out the basement, we punching them numbers, you hoping and paying for shipping
You sayin' you f**kin' but ain't nothing hit me 'cause I keep a blicky, incase it gets sticky
And I let it woo, but when I'm not crippin', we spin in the wraith, top-down in the renty
Got one in the head, we ain't leave until its empty
Sippin Henny but we call it [?]
We all [?] we mix the Buscemi with all of the Fendi
My b*t*h got on Fendi
Until we live Gucci, I need a tone before I get 60
Wishing no pity, you wanna make bread, tell 'em open up Citi
These n***as don`t walk but they talk about it
We selling that [?] we dont talk about it
We flexing up [?] but prove we gon [?]
We walk in the spot, then we walk about it
Gang, Gang
Man, this sh*t crazy
Lotta n***as ain't who they say they is, ya feel me?
N***as wanna talk that tough sh*t but when they get touched
They go run to they momma an' sh*t
Got they mom inboxin' the gang and sh*t like, you feel me?
That sh*t ain't gangsta
That sh*t ain't real

Uh, call up the Batman, I'm Robin, from the flossy, that's Crip and I gangbang
All my n***as on the same thing, smokin' gas while I switch lanes
Caught a opp up with the hello, black hair by the Regis and Pello
I'm always around n***as know that, keep my jaw locked like I'm Kodak
Throw somethin' at me, I'ma throwback

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