Pop Kone

[Intro]

Kinfolk, y'all know these rappers had to do one

For all my cone poppers, all my hustlers

This one right here, its for y'all, lets go

[Verse 1: Unknown Artist]

I'm pushin X-type, all white, totin' my iron

In the hood, they call me Late Night, Conen O'Brian

'Cause I be poppin cones, to the early morn

It ain't no goin home, til the work is gone

I done sold everything, from dreams to getty green

I'm a South Memphis king, working a triple beam

If you want it, I got it

If not, I can get it

I got the block on lock, 'cause the keys to the city

Redbone pretty, I know you wanna hit it

For the paper, you can take her, to me, she ain't shit

Talking big paper, or a whole lotta dough

I'm like no, I don't think so

Got two things missin, game and ambition

Broke as hell, couldn't sell pussy in prison

These Memphis boys got they hustle, I do declare

Makin big money moves like millionaires

[Chorus]

I've got coke and this 3 pop cone

You need a bird, man, who is you Jones

Cuttin' deals on my [?] quickie phone

Real players got weight, then get it gone

Those hoes hustle hard on the blade

No job, but I stay gettin paid

You need the work, hit me on my two way

A Memphis nigga poppin cone, OK

[Verse 2: Kia Shine]

It's your boy Kia Shine, poppin cone through your speakers

Catch me at the strip club, poppin cone with Alicia

Just got this CO5 with the quarters on it

Would grain with the wang and the spoilers on it

I guess you wonder how your kinfolk afford it, dont it?

I cone so much, came up with a chorus on it

Rapper is my cone, Kia Shine got skills

Pop cone on TV [?] came home with a deal

Got work in these streets, got birds, got pills

Got dro, got drank, goddamn it, let me thank

Got a cone for every day, I be getting that green

And when they snatched Jack Frost and started selling flat screens

Even when its zero tolarance, I had to get them dollars in

Feds watching so my shine still got that product

Ass in, cash in, Shine gotta get his stones

Poppin with your boy, yall know this shit is not a game

[Chorus: Unknown Artist]

I've got coke and this 3 pop cone

You need a bird, man, who is you Jones

Cuttin' deals on my [?] quickie phone

Real players got weight, then get it gone

Those hoes hustle hard on the blade

No job, but I stay gettin paid

You need the work, hit me on my two way

A Memphis nigga poppin cone, OK

[Verse 3: Yo Gotti]

Well, I'm the number one cone popper, nigga

Ain't seen a narc squad that can stop a nigga

See day one, North Memphis been my father figure

15 with a bird and a chopper, nigga

Ever since, I've been ridin down, smashing niggas

Money green, 20 inches on a classic, nigga

'Cause my brother hooked up with some Mexicans

That only made more money have protection then

Money [?] gang of shit

Let me tell you 'bout a story make no kind of sense

Got a budget from a label, wasn't recording shit

The Feds had a recording of me ordering bricks

With a lack of evidence, they could prove my point

Since 03, catch me sliding through in the Porshe

Of course I burn blocks, catch me in the North

Got rap money, but I still pop cone for the sport

[Chorus: Unknown Artist]

I get coke and this 3 pop cone

You need a bird, man, who is you Jones

Cuttin' deals on my [?] quickie phone

Real players got weight, then get it gone

Those hoes hustle hard on the blade

No job, but I stay gettin paid

You need the work, hit me on my two way

A Memphis nigga poppin cone, OK

I get coke and this 3 pop cone

You need a bird, man, who is you Jones

Cuttin' deals on my [?] quickie phone

Real players got weight, then get it gone .....