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pop yo shit (remix) - goldenboy countup lyrics

[verse 1: goldenboy countup]
my diamonds shinging, cause a n*gga been grinding
i’m still in the trap, [?] n*gga can’t find me
[?] f*ck no, i ain’t signing
[?] n*ggas behind me
pass me the fork, and imma cook that crack
imma f*ck her like a dog, and imma send that b*tch back
i ain’t playing with these n*ggas, i’m playing with them racks
[?]
f*ck these n*ggas, i ain’t showing no love
f*ck these n*ggas, i ain’t fronting no drugs
[?] give a n*gga sh*t, better cop these [?]
[?] argue with a n*gga that ain’t worth no [?]
i’m on some sh*t, sell a hundred in a day
[?] 200 on a [?]
i’m in the [?] no [?]
f*ck n*gga can’t tell me sh*t ’bout [?]
[?] my hood [?] young n*ggas [?]
i’m in the [?] where them n*ggas be jacked
blood pulled up [?] sh*t wasn’t [?]
n*gga, you ain’t never put a hundred in a mac
f*ck that ho, n*gga, i love my brother
n*gga was cold, we ain’t have no cover
somebody dead over thеre, i see [?]
n*gga that’s normal sh*t, this the gudder
n*gga, imma flood this sh*t
hit it from thе back, imma [?] this b*tch
[?] flood my wrist
no shoestring [?] my [?]
[?] them bricks
f*cking on her and her friend, i’m lit
[?] sh*t gon’ hit
hundred bands call on the re*up
it ain’t just me, n*gga, we up
cooking up dope [?]
everyday a n*gga put g’s up
golden, why these n*ggas tryna [?] your swag?
f*ck on his b*tch, now the lil n*gga mad
go [?] n*gga, i ben in that bag
i do the dash when i jump in the jag
[?] my sh*t mo cheeper
f*ck this rap, this sh*t mo deeper
i done got rich, so sh*t mo creeper
golden in the trap, and [?] beeper
n*gga, i just put a hundred racks on the table
i just plugged another n*gga in like cable
golden, what you need? 500 [?]
[?] need that sh*t, i got paper
[?] i got racks
i re*up, and go sn*tch it back
3 m’s a month, my streaming stat
i’m independent, no strings atatched
d*mn, golden gon’ pop his sh*t
n*gga look crazy, imma pop this b*tch
golden [?] can’t stop this sh*t
rap [?] imma cop this brick
[verse 2: bankroll freddie]
bankroll!
big bankroll, imma i’m a big sh*t popper
trap still jumping, come [?]
trap still jumping, come get these boles
[?] profit, spend it on clothes
200 bands, this sh*t ain’t sh*t
i done spent a whole m on [?]
i just spent a hundred bands on choppers
i drop a bag [?]
n*gga been know [?]
don’t look wrong way, we k!ll your ass
track [?] pull up real fast
blow your ass, we don’t need no [?]
i’m in the o in the kitchen with [?]
[?] f*ck with my [?]
dope boy, imma [?]
think i’m a rapper, you gon’ end up missing
think i’m a rapper, gon’ end up dead
[?] your head
i’m layed back with a freak in the bed
i’m layed back in the [?] getting head
money and power my only [?]
poppin our sh*t, it’s bankroll and chicken
trapping for real, come get you a brick
don’t call my phone unless you [?]

- goldenboy countup lyrics

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