
Pop Time
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- hip hop
- rap
- hip-hop/rap
- trap
- southern hip hop
- boastful
- drill
- chicago drill
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You Really Thought...
Lyrics
(Kalesalad mix it up)
I'm like Bailey in a melee
I got molly in my trolley
Think you can snatch that, mmm
Nah thats your folly
Leather flash, renegade
Im wit that Rawling
Need someone to get it done
That's when you call me (call me)
(Now)
Pop up, gun you, Ain't leavin my knees
Hop up, run you, Really, bro, please
Mop up, son you, Leavin your keys
Top up, come through, Make it with ease
Pop time, catch and shoot, brrt
Look fine, hop out Coupe, skrrt
Shot dime, mess up you, yeah
My sign, gon' make him move, uh
Which side, gotta choose
Spot light, not my groove
Suit tie, talking smooth
Give fright, need no boo (alright)
(Imma)
Pop up, gun you, Ain't leavin my knees
Hop up, run you, Really, bro, please
Mop up, son you, Leavin your keys
Top up, come through, Make it with ease
Lil bitch what time is it?
Why your beat so lit?
Where'd you cop the fit?
Not on my level,
I don't give a shit
Karma, what you get
By myself, private jet
Always gon have my bitch
And where you goin
My beat its flowin
Nothin you knowin
Your folly showin
I'm on that codeine
You always smokin
Can't taste the four and
We always trollin
(It's time to)
(Imma)
Pop up, gun you, Ain't leavin my knees
Hop up, run you, Really, bro, please
Mop up, son you, Leavin your keys
Top up, come through, Make it with ease
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