Shoreline Mafia - Pop Up lyrics

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Shoreline Mafia - Pop Up lyrics

[Fenix] Yeah, yeah, hey, hey hey hey Shoreline Mafia man Huh, what, what Fenix Flexin, Fenix Flexin, ayy, Fenix Flexin, ayy [Fenix] Shootin' out the Uber when we pop up Shoreline, we the motherf**in' mafia I don't f** with snakes or no imposters Sippin' lean at Mastro's, eatin' lobster If you ain't knowin' yet boy, we a problem Pull up at his house and then we pop him Ain't no peace treaty, that's no option Ain't no peace treaty, that's no option [Fenix] Money call my name, hold up, f** the fame Girl these not no Skatehouse, these are Alexander Wangs Baby girl you cute but I can't trust you with my name Baby girl I'm cool, I got a pill for everything Pour up my bro, this syrup wash away the pain Codeine in my liver, I got xannies in my brain Swear this b**h look stupid but she givin' up the brain Pa** it to my woe, he pa** the blunt, yes we hit strange Famous in my city n***a, you can keep the fame Girl you lookin' sh**ty, think your weave could use a change Boy you lookin' broke, I think you could use some change Neck it lookin' lonely, I think I could use some chains Pocket lookin' swollen 'cause you know I keep the bang Salty 'cause your b**h on Twitter lookin' up my name Damn your n***a lame, girl you cute, that's a shame I do magic with the dope like my name was David Blaine, yeah [Fenix] Shootin' out the Uber when we pop up Shoreline, we the motherf**in' mafia I don't f** with snakes or no imposters Sippin' lean at Mastro's, eatin' lobster If you ain't knowin' yet boy, we a problem Pull up at his house and then we pop him Ain't no peace treaty, that's no option Ain't no peace treaty, that's no option [Ohgeesy] On the phone, I'm taking orders while a n***a half asleep Told my baby weigh it out, make sure she do it accurately Bushin' down your baby hairs while I'm bustin' down a P If I tell her bust it open she gon' bust it wide for me Get the boats, get it sold, I'm the best, she the GOAT My lil baby keep me float, she gon' lie up under oath All my weapons she gon' tote, Alexander Wang her coat Man we flier than the most, save the xan, can't make a toast, yeah My lil baby doin' numbers, she don't need a money counter My lil b**h she down to set you up, well I'm so glad that I found her She gon' count the cake up, let her do her make up And she not f**in' on n***as if we go and break up Real b**h, real thick, real n***a, real clique Real poles, real sticks, real dope, real bricks Real pour, real sick, real b**h, real thick Real n***a f** with b**h, real n***a know the biz, ayy [Fenix] Shootin' out the Uber when we pop up Shoreline, we the motherf**in' mafia I don't f** with snakes or no imposters Sippin' lean at Mastro's, eatin' lobster If you ain't knowin' yet boy, we a problem Pull up at his house and then we pop him Ain't no peace treaty, that's no option Ain't no peace treaty, that's no option

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