Pop Music

Well hoes they do drugs

I do drugs with them

All ym niggas gone, my hitters gonn hit em

Them bitches going home

I'm going home with them,

Let go, bout to catch 2 bodies

Cause louie gonn kill em

These niggas I don't feel them

They talking I don't hear them

That phantom ghost just scare them

That pistol's just to use them

Catch em lack in that news

Pop em and drop em

See cause life call me capo

If it's hot then we drop em

Bitch on me, wanna fuck me

I fuck down, now homie wanna fuck me

I'm sippin 4's and smoking good weed

Homie got a 30 and I trap

Bout the homies serving energy

Speeding and swerving

They talking shit, but we see em they ...

This that pop music

Don't get popped to it

Head is pulling up, poppin on some pop shit

This that techno, let that tec blow

Pop a pussy, leave em wet, on the dance floor.