POPTHATRUNK

Bubble bath, and grip my .44 up off the dresser

Now I'm finna go up on a fuckin' spree, a fuckin' spree (dwilly, I'm scared)

Bubble bath, and grip my .44 up off the dresser

Now I'm finna go up on a fuckin' spree, spree, spree, spree (ayy, ayy)

I might shoot it, get the .44 and pop the trunk

Like, what the fuck? These bitches goofy, do the most, but fuck it, but fuck it

Runnin', poppin' 'cause I know he wanna try to do shit

Pistol got it, watch it, stoppin' bullets, .30 keep it in, can't stop (ayy, ayy)

I cannot leave a trace, but I think I gotta go

Spillin' blood, it's a race, and I'm always needin' more

Homicide on my mind, why you think you 'bout to die?

See the Freddie in your room and you're 'bout to meet the doom

Pop it, rock it, suck it

Walk his 30 bullets knock I've got it

Pop it, rock it, shuck 'em, hundred bands up in my wallet

He be talkin', talkin', talkin', take the money from his pockets

Pistol got it, watch it, stop it, watch it, watch it where you walkin', lil' bitch

I don't wanna fuck, I don't wanna fuck sticks

Pop it out the trunk, pop it out the trunk, kiss

Own this .44, I bring the magazine

The paper coming up, the blue and green is what you lackin'

I might shoot it, get the .44 and pop the trunk

Like, what the fuck? These bitches goofy, do the most, but fuck it, but fuck it

Runnin', poppin' 'cause I know he wanna try to do shit

Pistol got it, watch it, stoppin' bullets, .30 keep it in, can't stop (ayy, ayy)

I cannot leave a trace, but I think I gotta go

Spillin' blood, it's a race, and I'm always needin' more

Homicide on my mind, why you think you 'bout to die?

See the Freddie in your room and you're 'bout to meet the doom

Ro-rock steady, Glock heavy, I just wanna get it goin'

Speedin' down, now get a grip

Where's my gun? It's on my hip

Off the rip, I just wanna break it down and make it flip

On your block, I'm about to pop it off and make you flop

Get it off the get-go, I need more money, oh no

I rob the plug and do the dash and hit the gas and almost crash

They never see me coming, I just took 'em by surprise

Little did he even know, he's about to meet demise (ayy)

I might shoot it, get the .44 and pop the trunk

Like, what the fuck? These bitches goofy, do the most, but fuck it, but fuck it

Runnin', poppin' 'cause I know he wanna try to do shit

Pistol got it, watch it, stoppin' bullets, .30 keep it in, can't stop (ayy, ayy)

I cannot leave a trace, but I think I gotta go

Spillin' blood, it's a race, and I'm always needin' more

Homicide on my mind, why you think you 'bout to die?

See the Freddie in your room and you're 'bout to meet the doom

Pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it, now I'm

Pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop, spree

Pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it, now I'm

Pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop, spree-spree