Ain't Ever Going Pop Lyrics

Swear to my chopper and my Glock

Swear to my chopper and my Glock

Swear to my chopper and my Glock

Swear to my chopper and my Glock

Swear to my chopper and my Glock

Swear to my chopper and my Glock

Swear to my chopper and my Glock

That I ain't ever going pop

I drink my syrup by the notch, and tequila by the shot

Police bout to raid the spot, won't slow it down or stop

But if you really wanna cop, you know to meet me at the spot

You know the bando at the top, with all the doors n windows locked

Bottles up, bottoms up

Balling like the lotto bruh

Lungs done seen a lot of blunts

Nose done found a lot of bumps

Ugh, I moved a lot of junk

A lot of stuff in a lot of trunks

Feet too fresh, it's either Jordan's or the custom dunks

Now what the fuck is up, ugh

All that hating's nothing much

Mobbed up deep, you don't really wanna fuck with us

So go one fill em up

Yeah you know they call him cup

Never gave a fuck

And I ain't in it now for giving much

Started from the bottom

I ain't ever seen the top

You better meet me mid ways

Or you gone have to call the cops

I'm still young enough to grind

But I'm old enough to stop

Swear to my chopper and my Glock

That I ain't ever going pop

Swear to my chopper and my Glock

Swear to my chopper and my Glock

Swear to my chopper and my Glock

Swear to my chopper and my Glock

Swear to my chopper and my Glock

Swear to my chopper and my Glock

Swear to my chopper and my Glock

That I ain't ever going pop

Ain't turning pop, burn down Vermont

This shit won't stop, I'm turning up

Swear to my chopper and my Glock

I'm getting hot, it's burning up

That R E S - P E C

I heard enough, you won't see T

Don't care about that noise you making

Name still churning in these streets

Another day, ain't nothing change

If it's been fuck you, it's still fuck you

Watched you change up for some change

Feel my reign from here to Timbuktu

Look I calls it how I sees it

And I see your made your call

Got a chopper in the seat

When you see me bitch it's on

Hollow tips, holi-days

You gone see them hollows spray

You won't have to stop n guess

Bitch I'm going all the way

They ask me who I trust

The answers simple, man I don't

Know you a gambling man, dog

Bet it all on you won't

Stop all that faking, you complacent

Boy, you playing with a Boss

Quit trying to cake up, get your weight up

You gone have to take a loss

When them rifles aimed at you

You know they aiming for the top

Swear to my chopper and my Glock

I ain't ever going pop

Swear to my chopper and my Glock

Swear to my chopper and my Glock

Swear to my chopper and my Glock

Swear to my chopper and my Glock

Swear to my chopper and my Glock

Swear to my chopper and my Glock

Swear to my chopper and my Glock

That I ain't ever going pop