Popping Their Bubble
Mererackz
GENRE
[Intro]
Sonet
[Chorus]
Opps think they popping they shit and we popping their bubble got hit with that shit and he fumbled
Give me the ball can't fumble
I walk through the trenches and the number one rule stay humble
Switches on glicks we ain’t comin' to rumble
One opp down you know I can't stumble
They talk to the peoples get niggas in trouble
Can’t do nothin' with us they prayin' we fumble
Uh, whatever I get, double
Up off the hip if he move, bust 'em
Tool got 2 on thе dash, he gon' crush you
You give me thе ball I'ma get us a W
Uh, and half of these niggas don't fuck with you
You ever sit down and realize who stuck with you
He got tricked out his spot he was getting too comfortable
.40s and .50s whenever we come for you
[Verse 1]
Uh, niggas be fake and they envy
And niggas gon' croak when it’s time for that sentence
They pick up the pen, they writing them sentence
And that’s the same nigga you swear was gon' hit shit
He scared, he froze on the move on some knick shit
Niggas was stupid tryna whip on that big shit
After the move I was thinking ’bout rich shit
He fucked up his cash getting cute on some bitch shit
Uh, I think I'm the heart of the hood
See a mil' right now put half in the hood
That shit that [?] compare me to Suge
Got a drac in my lap with the trunk in the hood
Uh, and as long I'm here we good
Bringing back DJ I wish we could
Sacrifice I had to walk through the mud
Slide with that shit I’ll clear the whole hood
[Chorus]
Opps think they popping they shit and we popping their bubble got hit with that shit and he fumbled
Give me the ball can't fumble
I walk through the trenches and the number one rule stay humble
Switches on glicks we ain't comin' to rumble
One opp down you know I can't stumble
They talk to the peoples get niggas in trouble
Can't do nothin' with us they prayin' we fumble
Uh, whatever I get, double
Up off the hip if he move, bust 'em
Tool got 2 on the dash, he gon' crush you
You give me the ball I'ma get us a W
Uh, and half of these niggas don't fuck with you
You ever sit down and realize who stuck with you
He got tricked out his spot he was getting too comfortable
.40s and .50s whenever we come for you
[Verse 2]
.40s and .50s whenever we come for you
Mini-micro with the wood
Mike Amiri on the hood
He got left with the bugs
Hop out the car drop a dub
How you gon' run from a flood
I don't care how he was
These bullets touch niggas like hugs
This Glock tryna send him above
Ain't showin' no love
Niggas ain't steppin' they scared of the mud
Uh, two-tone Glocks same color the rug
He close to the edge I'ma give him a shove
I hit you hit now nigga that's love
Niggas gon' fold in the room just because
That nigga ain't silent as much as you thought that he was
The opps think they popping they shit we gon' pop on our gloves
And throw on our masks you knew what it was
[Chorus]
Opps think they popping they shit and we popping their bubble got hit with that shit and he fumbled
Give me the ball can't fumble
I walk through the trenches and the number one rule stay humble
Switches on glicks we ain't comin' to rumble
One opp down you know I can't stumble
They talk to the peoples get niggas in trouble
Can't do nothin' with us they prayin' we fumble
Uh, whatever I get, double
Up off the hip if he move, bust 'em
Tool got 2 on the dash, he gon' crush you
You give me the ball I'ma get us a W
Uh, and half of these niggas don't fuck with you
You ever sit down and realize who stuck with you
He got tricked out his spot he was getting too comfortable
.40s and .50s whenever we come for you
Sonet
[Chorus]
Opps think they popping they shit and we popping their bubble got hit with that shit and he fumbled
Give me the ball can't fumble
I walk through the trenches and the number one rule stay humble
Switches on glicks we ain’t comin' to rumble
One opp down you know I can't stumble
They talk to the peoples get niggas in trouble
Can’t do nothin' with us they prayin' we fumble
Uh, whatever I get, double
Up off the hip if he move, bust 'em
Tool got 2 on thе dash, he gon' crush you
You give me thе ball I'ma get us a W
Uh, and half of these niggas don't fuck with you
You ever sit down and realize who stuck with you
He got tricked out his spot he was getting too comfortable
.40s and .50s whenever we come for you
[Verse 1]
Uh, niggas be fake and they envy
And niggas gon' croak when it’s time for that sentence
They pick up the pen, they writing them sentence
And that’s the same nigga you swear was gon' hit shit
He scared, he froze on the move on some knick shit
Niggas was stupid tryna whip on that big shit
After the move I was thinking ’bout rich shit
He fucked up his cash getting cute on some bitch shit
Uh, I think I'm the heart of the hood
See a mil' right now put half in the hood
That shit that [?] compare me to Suge
Got a drac in my lap with the trunk in the hood
Uh, and as long I'm here we good
Bringing back DJ I wish we could
Sacrifice I had to walk through the mud
Slide with that shit I’ll clear the whole hood
[Chorus]
Opps think they popping they shit and we popping their bubble got hit with that shit and he fumbled
Give me the ball can't fumble
I walk through the trenches and the number one rule stay humble
Switches on glicks we ain't comin' to rumble
One opp down you know I can't stumble
They talk to the peoples get niggas in trouble
Can't do nothin' with us they prayin' we fumble
Uh, whatever I get, double
Up off the hip if he move, bust 'em
Tool got 2 on the dash, he gon' crush you
You give me the ball I'ma get us a W
Uh, and half of these niggas don't fuck with you
You ever sit down and realize who stuck with you
He got tricked out his spot he was getting too comfortable
.40s and .50s whenever we come for you
[Verse 2]
.40s and .50s whenever we come for you
Mini-micro with the wood
Mike Amiri on the hood
He got left with the bugs
Hop out the car drop a dub
How you gon' run from a flood
I don't care how he was
These bullets touch niggas like hugs
This Glock tryna send him above
Ain't showin' no love
Niggas ain't steppin' they scared of the mud
Uh, two-tone Glocks same color the rug
He close to the edge I'ma give him a shove
I hit you hit now nigga that's love
Niggas gon' fold in the room just because
That nigga ain't silent as much as you thought that he was
The opps think they popping they shit we gon' pop on our gloves
And throw on our masks you knew what it was
[Chorus]
Opps think they popping they shit and we popping their bubble got hit with that shit and he fumbled
Give me the ball can't fumble
I walk through the trenches and the number one rule stay humble
Switches on glicks we ain't comin' to rumble
One opp down you know I can't stumble
They talk to the peoples get niggas in trouble
Can't do nothin' with us they prayin' we fumble
Uh, whatever I get, double
Up off the hip if he move, bust 'em
Tool got 2 on the dash, he gon' crush you
You give me the ball I'ma get us a W
Uh, and half of these niggas don't fuck with you
You ever sit down and realize who stuck with you
He got tricked out his spot he was getting too comfortable
.40s and .50s whenever we come for you
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