Popped A Bar

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[Intro] (Enrgy made this one) [Verse] Damn, this beat vicious I'm finna pull up in a coupe with the roof missin' Just punched that lil' nigga in his mouth, now his tooth missin' That nigga spittin' up blood I'm chillin' in the hood right now with the thugs It's 'bout fifty Glocks I gotta go and pick this bitch up at 1 o'clock She told me, "Don't be late, be there at one on the dot" (I got you) So I'ma be outside Flushed the drugs down the toilet, the police outside I think they tryna come in Walmart just opened up, I'm finna step in (Here I come) Now let me see what I can grab I just got a glass pint of red from an Arab And wasted three hundred on a shirt that say "Bathing Ape" That's Bape I see that you got one too, but it's fake Yeah, that bitch got a fat ass, but it's fake I think she bought it My lean man pulled up with a pint and I bought it And I just got locked up but I fought it 'Cause I'm innocent A nigga just asked me do I got a cigarette? I'm offended Ain't owe fifteen or better, then I ain't gettin' in it That bitch had some wet-ass pussy, I was slippin' in it But I left the Glock at the crib, I was slippin' in there They had to kick me out the strip club 'cause I was trippin' in there I think I threw about 10K I'm in the studio right now with 12K You just got fired from your job on Tuesday I'm finna blow a nigga crib up, it's doomsday And I bought a cheap-ass room at the extended stay (Cheap) Just for one night I had to do that 'cause I ain't wanna take her to the crib She might just tell one of my opps where I live You don't even got no crib where you live (Bum) That nigga sleepin' out his car Just poured up some Wockhardt and I popped a bar I'm tryna get fried Workin' at a petty-ass job, you just gettin' by (Petty) It barely take care of the bills How you gon' do that if you workin' at Foreman Mill? That shit minimum wage Fucked a grown bitch and I lied about my age I told her I was twenty-eight She said, "What size Amiris do you need?" A twenty-eight The way this shit lookin', I'ma be signed by June 28th That's five days after my birthday I heard that you broke as hell on your birthday (Poor) Boy, you better go rob somebody Popped a bar, lost my memory and I robbed somebody But I don't know who it was A nigga just tried to diss me so he could get a buzz My cousin petty ass keep askin' for a slug Just caught one of my opps and shot that nigga with some slugs
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Credits
- Writers
- Kasher Quon