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Pop, pop, pop, pop | Blood, blood, blood, blood, blood | Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop
Pop, pop, pop, pop Blood, blood, blood, blood, blood Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop Blood, blood, blood, blood, blood Cover fire I need a rumor You're a school shooter A problematic desire I'm just a gun with the hire Pop your skull and your tires I want your feeling and everything in your fiber Uh, uh, uh, uh And I'm popping bubblegum Yeah, I feel you on my tongue Lick across the clip of my gun Am I, am I in love Or am I off the drugs? Your girl say I fuck like a thug She want kisses over blunts Let the chains hit her face Gunshots feel like a blade Swerve the car, make me race Suicide's a mistake Snipers chill with barretts Push you off of the edge Throwing knife, like, pick your fight Pussy boy, I wanna see my bride I feel like Xzibit 'cause I pimp my ride Yeah, bitch, just want you to pick up your side Thoughts contrived, yeah, baby I can never do right in your mind It's just so hard to stay attached to this world Love you like matter MP5 like scatter Blunts just leaves me staggered Got 12 on me Won't let me be Got gummy worms stuck in my teeth I seen her face, I'm that OG Grapple tape on my SMG Talk, talk, talk but you won't beat me Cover fire I need a rumor I'm just cooler All right, IG I had a, had a hard workout today but I'll see y'all later What's up, boy? (Pop, pop, pop, pop) (Blood, blood, blood, blood, blood) (Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop) (Blood, blood, blood, blood, blood)
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