Pop Warner

Lyrics

[Intro: Babyface Ray] (Coach me, Joey) Yeah (Yeah, you know what the fuck goin' on, man) (Okay, KMoney) Fuck you mean? (Yeah) [Verse 1: Babyface Ray] Mix the X pill with the drank, fuckin' bitches, gettin' paid Street nigga center stage, made her sign an NDA Rap hustlin' motherfucker, hundred thousand in a day I pull up, six in the mornin' and it's dinner made Gucci'd down, it's to the socks, my advice is keep a Glock Boy, you was a good kid, how the fuck you did me now? I got M's, turnin' down more M's, I didn't even lie I might make the fed list if I bring my people out Foreign pushin' back to back, we should go ten for ten I'm tired of goin' rack for rack, you havin', wherе you got it at? One night she say she likе my vibe, now this rat attached I just bought some shit off Amazon, made it disappear Pimpin' like I'm Bishop Don Juan, face like primetime Groupie-ass niggas sideline, where your pom-pom? You fuck my bitch, then I'ma fuck your bitch, them the guidelines 50 Cent on a nigga top, hit him nine times I don't even shop no more, stylist bring it to my door I don't wanna talk no more, niggas call whoever G.O.A.T.s Real P, slay a nigga BM, he'll never know The type of starter go up seven zip and tell 'em check the score [Verse 2: Cash Kidd] Let her put my necklace on, now that bitch an Eskimo Martin Luther King, I gave her back shots on the patio Every time I pop out, they say, "Uh-oh," like SpaghettiOs Ironic how I got your bitch whipped but I never told Yeah, free the 74, yeah, all these niggas lame He a gangster, but he still a rat, Pinky and the Brain Makin' deals on the stand like he sell lemonade Don't feel bad for bein' a broke boy, all you niggas strange I already know the hate come with this shit, that's anyways All these chains and whips, it's like an episode of Fifty Shades Switchy on the glizzy, blew the whole crowd like a Pistons game Louis mixed with Fendi, I woke up and put on anything Thigh pads on, shit feel like Pop Warner Got this bitch slappin', nigga, I think I'm Ike Turner Identity theft, today, I'm a white person My wrist wanted advice, I gave it some nice pointers Top of the mornin', air a nigga like Tom Joyner I knew the RICO was on the way, we kept fightin' murders The only way the opps can get back is a body surgery Leanin' with the FN like I'm writin' cursive