CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Pop! Pop!

Yeah, yeah yeah, Tyler, GeoohhS, yeah, yeah

Shot him in the head, got his head fallin' off
Couple shots to the head, his skull fallin' off
Percocet, what I'm rollin' off, uh
Yeah, that's what I'm rollin' off
Smokin' on this dope, that's why I'm coughing
Yeah, I kick her out the house, yeah you know how I'm rockin'
Yeah, they see these blue bands, uh. that's why they wanna flock in'
Whippin' up the dope, whip it up, in the crockpot
Oh that is your b*t*h, why she giving me that slop top
Janitor come through, pull up, and he mop mop
Oh what's that sound, it's my Glock, it go pop pop, yeah

Let his body drop, yeah yeah
Where he go, that ain't nonе of my business, yeah yeah
Makin' monеy, come and shop, I got business, yeah yeah
I don't got time for games, I don't got time I'm busy
Pull up with the Glock, now his pants all p*ssy
She don't know me, but she say she miss me
Rob the plug, yeah, I told him give me
Try to rob me, yeah that is too risky
Yeah, fry him up, yeah, leave the boy crispy
I'll be pouring up, until I'm 60
Pop a tab, like I was a hippie
Blowing out more smoke than a damn chimney
Opps running like they was in a trackmeet
They was scared cause I pulled up with a semi