Lyrics Pop - Buddha

Bra what the fuck did you thought?
I love my bitch, she on top
I fuck you once, you gon' pop
I know her pussy gon' pop
I know my shoota' gon' pop
I'm rapping this shit just go pop
I'm making hits like a lot, a lot, a lot, a lot, a lot, a lot
And never gon' stop!

I flew Up-Top, yelling "RIP Pop!"
It be the bitches that's real, most these niggas that's flaw
Nigga gotta deal, nigga got dropped
I get my deal naw I ain't never gon' flop
I ain't never going back, I ain't never gon' starve
I rap for the acres and yards
Not for the closets and cars
Still gon' throw parties, drop bars
I know I'm The One, and you gotta be who you are
Money tearing us apart
Thought we was close, turnt out we was farther
We use to ride on the Marta
Pull up deeper than Sparta
AAU up in Smyrna
Hoop dreams on the burner
Now my lungs look like Berner's
Gold Lot up at Turner
Talk to ballers, Ed Werder
What the fuck is they concern?
I know I got more shit to learn
But fuck that, got more shit to earn
TBC, we more like The Firm
What the fuck did you heard?
Samples get flipped like The Bird
Shout out the 1st and the 3rd
In the 6, geeked up like a nerd
So much power in my words
So what I say first?

Bra what the fuck did you thought?
I love my bitch, she on top
I fuck you once, you gon' pop
I know her pussy gon' pop
I know my shoota' gon' pop
I'm rapping this shit just go pop
I'm making hits like a lot, a lot, a lot, a lot, a lot
Bra what the fuck did you thought?
I love my bitch, she on top
I fuck you once, you gon' pop
I know her pussy gon' pop
I know my shoota' gon' pop
I'm rapping this shit just go pop
I'm making hits like a lot, a lot, a lot, a lot, a lot, a lot
And never gon' stop!