Pop your shit

Packs coming in by the thousands of that fentanyl Guess that means the droughts come to an end and we fittin to ball Gotta throw some cut on it no front on it cause it’s way too raw One hit of my fit got these mafuckers locking they jaws I’m rocking some kaws I’m beating her walls Im breaking them laws The magistrate bitch ass keep trying to stall But dat old dusty ass bitch won’t set me no bond Bet if I make this one phone call They letting me out I know it for a fact I ain’t got no doubt They chasing me on bond they chasing me on clout They know how I get down They know what I’m about You moving way too much for me while I’m geeking Make one more move too fast and I’m reaching Shoot him in his shit now lil buddy leaking He’s starting to fade cause he can’t stop the bleeding Should’ve known better than to be around here sneaking when it’s killing season better watch how you speaking And Don’t be out all hours of the night running with them demons Try me bitch and I’ll pop you r shit Them OPPs can try but them OPPs will get hit Cuz you know that I move with the stick If them boys caught slipping we hitting that lick Got they ass for a couple of them bricks Keep 2 pistols on me like John wick Been pulling triggers since I was a jit If I catch you at a store the whole lot gettin lit