Pop It*

Lyrics from Snippet [Intro] Southside on the... [Lil Baby] Try to duck it now but I'm too rich to act like I was real Gucci store, thirty-five hunnid on the leather coat Free the bro, yeah, I prolly say that shit in every song The corner store, had me down, I ain't have nowhere else to go We kickin' door, burnin', had no clothes, his mom's was at the door We switchin' up, gotta have my pistol, we start stickin' up Just give it up, he got a black pistol, he be quick to bust My life is rough, we wasn't goin' to school, we was tryna run it up Walk to the block, pretty much, I can get it, can't say that shit enough Stolen truck, we got on the chase, we ain't got away That's how they make it, you gon' cop the case, that shit there was crazy My boy survived, he got in another Wraith, somebody died Hidin' in the streets since I was nine, for real Think this money got me traumatized, I don't got no time to chill I done went full bitch, won't give my mom a will I can't lie, I popped a lot of pills to get me in my mode But I can't take no mo All this pain, don't know how to feel I was tired of you, go 'head and take it, go 'head and take it I don't know how to steal Fuck the opps, we gotta kill Slide back on the same drill And the stick came out from under Wunna drive the wheel [Rylo Rodrguez] Cuban link around my neck, I keep it on me, nigga (Yeah) Tennis chain, I prolly shoot my chances with it, with it (Yeah) I get your shit Beyoncé way before I heard about Jiggy ('Bout Jiggy) Where I'm from, he got a [?] on, you know I keep a pistol You know you guys trappin' We know you cappin' Lil' sheet savage, fuckin' up...