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I'm popping, I'm popping, I'm popping like baby girl I don't know how to stop

I'm going, I'm going, I'm going, I'm going up all the way to the top

I don't know how you feeling, but how am I supposed to cause like you don't ever want talk

Green beam, it hang from my Glock

If they talk to you, aim at they top

I got a boy and he shoot off the whistle

So if you look at me wrong, then we sending out missiles

Boy, this a big ass drac', the fuck do we look like using them petty ass pistols

I'm really finna crash out, take off his dreads, then use that shit as some tinsel

Maybe that's too damn far

Maybe I'm too damn gone yeah, yeah