Popped Up

作词：Samuel Winston Adams,David Hezekiah Grant

Yeah color man drill off

Color blind to it

See good what up man got inside that's abusing

We full of flavor different from everything

And weby that pave you'll see me

We just part up on the scene

Scene tryna turn the dirty money clean

I have the city to exotic theme

Theme long list of that gummy green

It ain't always what it seems

Looking smell good

But be full of scenes

When it come to picking I'm the king

These other people just be selling

Oh love

At thebreak

This bit

Back one time for the real g's out there on the block

Man get it how you live

Yeah

What up to another real hustler man

Boy dj win man

Much love for making all this will happen

Sick of what I got inside

It's color blind

We full of flavors

Chopped up not slapped up

O g

R c

We just part of all the scenes

Tryna turn that dirty money clean change

We just part of all the scenes

Tryna turn that dirty money clean change

We just part of all the scenes

Tryna turn that dirty money clean

The city to exotic fiends

Long list of that dummy green

And it ain't always what it seems

Looking smell good before we full of scene

They come to pick

And I'm the king of these other people

We selling dreams

Don't wanna tell us

Cause the fellas pumping

Others make them haters get jealous

And we ain't playing with them not at all

City full of soda sodas

But they cannot compare us

We come and get us that's all in all

And I'm right where I belong

Rocking this thing on the microphone

Bad baby waiting for me when I get home

Doing business but you if your price is wrong

Had to come up on my own I learned the hard way

A couple people do me wrong it was all fake

I'm on a mission to my zone but get what y'all say

And if I get it back home then we all pay

Yeah and if I get it back home then we all pay

And if I get it back home then we all pay

Well I'm from all the g's

Getting dough catching cheese on the look it all

All it shine if you money money can't can you doing

Doing all that flossing on the neck

You lost your mind

You're lost to mine

You're lost to me

We just part of all machines

Tryna turn that dirty money clean

Trip we just part of all machines

Tryna turn that dirty money clean

Just be this part of a machine scene

Tryna turn that dirty money clean

Turn the city to exotic theme them lonely

So that demi green

It ain't always what it seems

Looking smell good but be full of seeds

When it come to picking I'm the king

You see these other people just betell us

'cause them fellas from penerous

Made them haters could tell us

And we ain't playing with them not at all

City full of soda settas

But they cannot compare us

Because we keep us all in all

And I'm right where I belong

Rocking this thing on a microphone

Bad baby waiting for you tonight and drill

Ain't doing business with you pay prices

Boom who

The one that ** the city up

With the long menu of exotics

Too many pounds in my closet

Bear to my **

Fuckthe deposit on the low

I ain't with all that flaws

And big rabbit crumble mixed with exotic california

That's my second home

It's going to hit me

If you want my zone

Put it on the skeletons for forty eight

If you wanna tell us first forty eight

The fifties on my trail I couldn't escape

Lay it down dip my times in the game

All I peter all the real ** all the faint ones

They can deal with you

Play around with the steel with you

Chief of soldier in the field with you

Just part of all the scenes

Tryna turn that they make money

Clean clean clean city city to exotic fiene

Fiene long list of that gummy green

It ain't always what he's seen

Look at smell good

We flee for the scenes

When they come to picking I'm the king

King these other people

They selling dreams

Bullets tell us cause them fellas from bananas

Made them haters get jealous and we ain't bad at all

City full of ** sellers but they cannot compare us

Because we keep the best all in all

And I'm right where I belong

Rocking this heat on my microphone

Bad baby waiting for me my night at home

Doing business put you up in

Fly barker on the mic bet the price right

Fifty five for the plate well that's my type

Call her duty p ninety we do not fight

Shoot it ain't lean when they leave that boy

Night night

You sat right you can get it by the truckload

You got redress now we moving like a narco

Worked the peep out the streets but the jokes up

Cookies throwing two years that was no broke

Flush everybody wanna ride

There was no love with the cali hundred pack

There was no doubt

** semi road blowing on the dummy

Dummy tapping **

That's about the past

They go to running from

And feeling heavy when they pass it

Tell them I don't want that boy we reaching that state

I'm talking **

Hundred rise up in the clip and I was just

Dilama put up with a hundred cases thinking I'm a

I'm just part of all my scenes

Scene

Tryna turn on dirty money clean to this

To exotic themes theme lonely so that only green

There was a toys for the scene

Looking smell good but be full of seas

When it come to picking I'm the king

King these other people just be selling

Dream go with the jealous

Cause the fellas from vanilla's

Made them haters get jealous

So we ain't playing with them not at all

City full of ** sellers

But it cannot compare us because we get the best

All in allright where I belong

Rocking the stage on the microphone

Bad baby waiting for me when I get home

Doing business with you if your price is wrong

Upstall

Times there was a time

You see me drill up

It's gold