a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

hit em up - richboypopin lyrics

[intro: smokeyy kapalot]
aight, you stupid crackhead mothaf*cka, hehehe
you already know, aight, aye, aye, aye

[verse 1: smokeyy kapalot & richboypopin]
better not crack my fifth, i’ma chalk him out
never gave a f*ck what you p*ssy n*ggas talkin’ about
put my sh*t up high, down low, you too slow, put my sh*t up
now put the other hand up, n*gga, this a stick up
know that this a stick up, catch yo homie walkin’ down that ave, he get hit up
he get hit up like a bad b*tch in her dm’s
he tried to hide in his neighbor yard, but i seen him
know that i seen him, this not hide and seek
tryna hide my meat between your b*tch’s cheeks
sorceress party, got his b*tch talkin’ foreign languages like hardy
gotta change the flow, f*ckin’ with these b*tches, can’t be f*ckin’ with thеse hoes
she callin’ mе drake, she said i got the snake, i’m f*ckin’ on her face

[verse 2: richboypopin]
i’m f*ckin’ her face, i can’t help it
then after that i’m smokin’ on that sh*t, you smelt it, then you dealt it
yeah, i smelt it, then i dealt it
so much blue faces, you’d think i was crippin’, but i’m not melvin
we be like lemon and lime, ironic, sippin’ sprite
he be crippin’ so much, you think his name was kryptonite
like he be puttin’ belt to ass to superman
like, where you at, clark kent
n*ggas think they big dogs, all you do is barkin’
you’d think we smokin’ on fireworks, the way we sparkin’
you’d think a n*gga was a sergeant, the way he be marchin’
crashed the whip, still try to f*ck around and go park it
you ain’t even touchin’ grass, n*gga, i been farmin’
i been smokin’ on that stank sh*t, worse than your armpits
i been sellin’ that sh*t, two o’clock in the morning
getin’ to the bag while these n*ggas snorin’
see yo’ p*ssy look good, it look gorgeous
backpack, backpack, explore it
[verse 3: smokeyy kapalot]
swiper, no swipin’ ugly b*tch, look like dora
b*tches want the money, ain’t no trip to sephora
she blowin on my phone, so i just ignore her
she just want the money, ain’t no trip to bora bora
tryna take my new b*tch out of puerto rico
mexican in the back, know his name, tino
all these bop b*tches, yeah, you know they love to deep throat
finna take yo’ bike, like my name was debo

[verse 4: richboypopin]
finna stick you up, like my name was chico
ayy, y’all remember chico sticks
finna stick you up, like my name was chico
makin’ moves, got me attrackin’ all these freak hoes
but i’m locked in with my b*tch, you can keep thoes
they got expectations for a n*gga, should i reach those (yes)
no, wrong answer, a n*gga gonna exceed those
foe was posted in toledo, got locked up for rico
foe ain’t do it, well maybe he did, still free my g.o
k!ll a n*gga, they ain’t found him yet, they still findin’ nemo
man, they should be lookin’ for dory
this a young n*gga’s story
he just wanna make his mama proud, he said “f*ck the glory”

[outro richboypopin]
don’t run up, i still keep that sh*t inside my inventory

- richboypopin lyrics

Random Song Lyrics :

Popular