Naheen "Pop" Bowen - Pop sh** lyrics

[Conversation]: Keep everything on Blaze always n***a this only nineteen thousand (yo check this sh** out) I want my thousand dollars now I dont give a f** I went up in the club And like a thousand n***as A thousand chicks Was doing the James Brown Get the f** out of here Im like oh sh** You lying, you lying sh** was real son Stop lying man Cream Team walked in We started doing it Wild man Feel me? So what happened, let me on [Verse]: Aiyyo, aiyyo E-lec-tric slide on them n***as Drive by on them n***as Show'em that k**as is live and fly figures Fruit-flavored Nikes Now im in a six hundred white piece Send half my love out to wif-e Fillin out tax reports Lookin live up in Guess shorts b**hes show love and support Table teaspoons Fake goons with balloons sh** it out Make room How them n***as ate strait tunes yo Horror flick scriptures Godfather flicks Superfriends equal foul n***as Bar miss you'll flip yo Aim the nozzle With the head brace the bottle Get your dang licked Six thousand square feet Paid sh** Stretch Auroras in Florida Kilo's comin out of water Watch me slaughter Take your daughter over yo Space sh** Boat across your sh** Cargo sh** Well Fargo got Renaldos sh** Reclining chair Drunk billionaire Willie like a bear The whole block s** co*k on a leap year No remorse Heavy plaque red and white Eddie Bauer jaws Bout the b**h smack fire out of yours Pens bleeding Got my sh** soft Figure like Ike Frost Icy chain Cop and hangin on a horse Lames laws Got your name crossed You cannot claim boss Unless he kiss braid hair That ain't yours Fly statistics lystics Slang optimistic Two bats a tie and a biscuit Kissed it Mmm-aa Diamond on the wrist kid Misfit Bought it like a ten dollar outfit Pop sh** get your house lit Strait up The route mouse sh** Get your style sh** I announced it Slang lordy yo Staring at my man Gordy Laury The b**h bought'em on She'll reward me Flossed it, cost it, tossed it The same Main Source sh** You at the "BBQ" eatin horse dick Sneak up link up n***a tie your sneaker You wink what Speed it up Caught you in that beated-up truck it was luck f** paid your uncle thirty bucks Ran in your sh** Blew you with your hands in your nuts Louis Thats the same crew as those Milliwakee brewers Rocking Wu shoes with Kaoluas Time for lotti Bald Gotti here Dont make me throw shots trough your body Everybody out of here Thats my word God through Shakespeare 'ere Take me there Get your fastened And take clear Its so real we might face years Cuddled up in HDM's Chill baby on and a n***a here You start screamin and your scared And shorty came on last year And lapped danced my man for a wack pair Ill I smell it in your hair My faculties remained clear p**y in a refrigerator back here Damn watch your mouth Hear it on the air Like a grand prize Freak n***a that taps sh**