Letras
Pop out, when they pop up ain't no hiding
Do your shit now
& how you call plays from the stands? lil bro just sit down
Pretty face gon hide her shadow, it's okay though
He bought a 4 from bro, my gut told me it's Karo
Half a oxy, quarter xan, they help me sleep
Dirty dan & pinhead raise hell in my dreams
She gave me top & got me high, fulfill my needs
Still need a loaf that I cant fold, consist of blues
He had some cash, was quick to show it, that shit blew
I know that bitch ain't all that fond of babysitting
Get off your ass, go get some cash, we chasing chicken
I know some folks ain't living life, like they imprisoned
Quick to feel the hate, like I'm scared of love
Higher prices for my vices, I'm still fond of drugs
Know the colors true to you gon show eventually
Treat a bitch like I treat cash, it don't mean shit to me
I can't fumble, break or bend, I hope I never falter
Take my heart right off my sleeve & leave it at the altar
Doctor doctor, I feel whole when half the perc dissolve
I been up for 48, That's why I'm nodding off
Pop out, when they pop up ain't no hiding
Do your shit now
& how you call plays from the stands? lil bro just sit down
Pretty face gon hide her shadow, it's okay though
He bought a 4 from bro, my gut told me it's Karo