Pop 2

[Intro: Kwengface]

(Yo 3lack, what the hell, man?)

Braap

(Scratch mixed it)

Yo

[Verse 1: Kwengface]

Look, jug on the stove, man's bubblin', bubblin'

OT trips, tryna double it

On the opp block tryna S-A-D (Woo)

Any opp get spot, man lean and rubble it (Baap)

I'm with a sweet one and she loves this view (This view)

I tapped it, P' tapped it, brown skin one kinda love this crew (Ay, come 'ere)

Look, spent four racks on Chanaynay, foot's too broke but I love these shoes (Why, oi)

Why's man sayin' "Come link me"? Come link me, I don't trust these yutes ('Low it)

I'm with BG' and that's drippy and drilly (Gang)

I heard rap boys caught in them bus stands and caught in them yards for a quarter milli' (Ugh-uh)

And this LV's itchin' my neck but it does me good when the outside's chilly

[Chorus: Kwengface, Tiny Boost &  PS Hitsquad]

Pop, pop, habada, that's hot (Oi, oi)

Let me just slap that, itchin' to wap that, cattin' to get that drop (Glaah, baap)

Suttin' might haffi get chinged (Yuck), suttin' might haffi get shot (Baap)

Fox, man's been outside lots

What, fuck, isn't that Hitsquad? (Baap)

Back out the mash, isn't that six shots? (Baap, baap)

Pop, pop, habada, that's hot (Oi, oi)

Let me just slap that, itchin' to wap that, cattin' to get that drop (Glaah, baap)

Suttin' might haffi get chinged (Yuck), suttin' might haffi get shot (Baap)

Fox, man's been outside lots

What, fuck, isn't that Hitsquad? (Baap)

Back out the mash, isn't that six shots? (Baap, baap)

[Verse 2: Tiny Boost]

Half of the street's on gang shit now, I just feel like "Damn, look what we started" (Look what we started)

Who's gunned down man in the field like us? You already know that answer (For real)

Real life dads on the streets, niggas like my kids, they should call me father (For real)

Live by the gun, you die by the gun, I don't give no fuck about karma

Me or the concrete pavement, bro I don't even know what's harder (Harder)

It was her when there's someone to wire the phone through, man never had no charger

Man really took them chances

Road been dry, might grease up the toy and you know I ain't talkin' Carmix

Get in my way, get blasted (Brr), jails and caskets (Jails and caskets)

You ain't built like none of my niggas, whole hood full of nuttin' but hitters (Nuttin' but hitters)

If I ride out [?] and nuttin' get smoked then you know that none of us did it (None of us did it)

If I'm lyin', I'm flyin'

I don't know 'bout them, I just know 'bout me and I know that I'm slangin' my iron (For real)

If ever man try (For real), I got the .9

When I press on the fire, I'm pressure applyin' (Applyin')

In the concrete jungle, don't forget I'm a lion

Say my name on the net and I'm never replyin' (Gang, gang)

I carry the set, I could never retire (Gang)

[Verse 3: PS Hitsquad]

(Oh Shit)

Wait (Huh), one second (Yeah)

Bro just tapped out, oh shit, black out (Braap, baap), it was probably Peckham (Pecknarm)

Steppin' and I don't wanna talk too tough but, but

You know we been reppin' weapons, bang (HSQ)

You better recognize, I accessorize with that weapon (Yeah, yeah)

Sweatings damn, hit shit quickly (Argh)

Few months, I already seen fifty (Already)

Baddie she a bit dipsy (Baddie), give her whiskey, she a bit risky (Yeah)

I blow her back out, she flaggin' Crip, G (Huh)

I feel like Nipsey (Oh shit)

I'm with Lauren and I'm in London

She wanna lips me, you're too lit, G (Too long, man)

And ain't nuttin' to D-I-E (Nah)

Have you been smokin' bud (Argh) and smoke one in your E-Y-E? (Huh?)

Do it like that, do a one eye shot (Braap)

Tryna pop smoke in your E-Y-E (Baap)

Huh, brownin' and lightie said they wan' fuck with a G like me (Hitsquad, baby)

Face bait, they don't need ID (Nah)

Me, I still run from the CID

Like my blem, they light up your block (Smokey)

HSQ get lurky, man get dirty, slide with a mop (Hitsquad, baby)

Shots, Kwengface, that's my dirty, slide 'round certi', bro what we got? (What we got, man?)

Bop, we make the gyaldem bop and anything opp, habada, that's hot (Habada)

Pop, pop, you know how man rock (Yeah)

[Chorus: Kwengface, Tiny Boost &  PS Hitsquad]

Pop, pop, habada, that's hot (Oi, oi)

Let me just slap that, itchin' to wap that, cattin' to get that drop (Glaah, baap)

Suttin' might haffi get chinged (Yuck), suttin' might haffi get shot (Baap)

Fox, man's been outside lots (Woah)

What, fuck, isn't that Hitsquad? (Baap)

Back out the mash, isn't that six shots? (Baap, baap)

Pop, pop, habada, that's hot (Oi, oi)

Let me just slap that, itchin' to wap that, cattin' to get that drop (Glaah, baap)

Suttin' might haffi get chinged (Yuck), suttin' might haffi get shot (Baap)

Fox, man's been outside lots

What, fuck, isn't that Hitsquad? (Baap)

Back out the mash, isn't that six shots? (Baap, baap)

[Outro]

(Yo 3lack, what the hell, man?)