1nonly - POPTHATRUNK (feat. FREDDIE DREDD) lyrics
Nathan Fuller
[1nonly - POPTHATRUNK feat. FREDDIE DREDD lyrics]
I took a bubble bath
And grip my .44 up off the dresser
Now I'm finna go up on a fuckin' spree
(dwilly I'm scared) I took a bubble bath
And grip my .44 up off the dresser
Now I'm finna go up
On a fuckin' spree-spree-spree-spree
Ayy, ayy, I might shoot it
Get the .44 and pop tha' trunk
Like what the fuck, these bitches goofy
Do the most, but fuck it, but fuck it
Runnin', poppin'
'cause I know he wanna try to do shit
Pistol got it, watch it stoppin' bullets
30 keep it in (Ayy), can't stop
I cannot leave a trace
But, I think I gotta go spillin' blood
It's a race and I'm always needin' more
Homicide on my mind
Why you think you're 'bout to die?
See the Freddie in your room and
You're 'bout to meet the doom
Pop it, pop it, rock it, suck it
Walk his thirty bullets knock I've got it
Pop it, rock it, shuck it
Hundred bands up in my wallet
He be talkin', talkin', talkin'
Take the money from his pockets
Pistol got it, watch it, stop it, watch
It, watch it where you walkin', little bitch
I don't wanna fuck, I don't wanna fuck sticks
Pop it out tha' truck
Pop it out tha' truck kiss
Own this .44, I bring the magazine
The paper coming up the blue and
Green is what you lackin'
I I might shoot it
Get the .44 and pop tha' trunk
Like what the fuck, these bitches goofy
Do the most, but fuck it, but fuck it
Runnin', poppin'
'cause I know he wanna try to do shit
Pistol got it, watch it stoppin' bullets
.30 keep it in (Ayy), can't stop
I cannot leave a trace
But, I think I gotta go spillin' blood
It's a race and I'm always needin' more
Homicide on my mind
Why you think you're 'bout to die?
See the Freddie in your room and
You're 'bout to meet the doom
R-rock steady, Glock heavy
I just wanna get it goin'
Speed it down, now get a grip
Where's my gun? It's on my hip, off the rip
I just wanna break it down and make it flip
On your block
I'm about to pop it off and make it flop
G-get it off the get go, I need more money
Oh, no i rob the plug and do the dash
And hit the gas and almost crash
They never see me coming
I just took 'em by surprise
Little did he even know
He's about to meet demise
Ayy, I might shoot it
Get the 44 and pop tha' trunk
Like what the fuck, these bitches goofy
Do the most, but fuck it, but fuck it
Runnin', poppin'
'cause I know he wanna try to do shit
Pistol got it, watch it stoppin' bullets
30 keep it in (Ayy), can't stop
I cannot leave a trace
But, I think I gotta go spillin' blood
It's a race and I'm always needin' more
Homicide on my mind
Why you think you're 'bout to die?
See the Freddie in your room and
You're 'bout to meet the doom
Pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it
Pop it, pop it, pop it, now I'm
Pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop
Pop-pop-pop-pop
Spree
Pop it, pop it, pop it, pop
It, pop it, pop it, now I'm
Pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop
Pop-pop-pop-pop
Spree-spree
And grip my .44 up off the dresser
Now I'm finna go up on a fuckin' spree
(dwilly I'm scared) I took a bubble bath
And grip my .44 up off the dresser
Now I'm finna go up
On a fuckin' spree-spree-spree-spree
Ayy, ayy, I might shoot it
Get the .44 and pop tha' trunk
Like what the fuck, these bitches goofy
Do the most, but fuck it, but fuck it
Runnin', poppin'
'cause I know he wanna try to do shit
Pistol got it, watch it stoppin' bullets
30 keep it in (Ayy), can't stop
I cannot leave a trace
But, I think I gotta go spillin' blood
It's a race and I'm always needin' more
Homicide on my mind
Why you think you're 'bout to die?
See the Freddie in your room and
You're 'bout to meet the doom
Pop it, pop it, rock it, suck it
Walk his thirty bullets knock I've got it
Pop it, rock it, shuck it
Hundred bands up in my wallet
He be talkin', talkin', talkin'
Take the money from his pockets
Pistol got it, watch it, stop it, watch
It, watch it where you walkin', little bitch
I don't wanna fuck, I don't wanna fuck sticks
Pop it out tha' truck
Pop it out tha' truck kiss
Own this .44, I bring the magazine
The paper coming up the blue and
Green is what you lackin'
I I might shoot it
Get the .44 and pop tha' trunk
Like what the fuck, these bitches goofy
Do the most, but fuck it, but fuck it
Runnin', poppin'
'cause I know he wanna try to do shit
Pistol got it, watch it stoppin' bullets
.30 keep it in (Ayy), can't stop
I cannot leave a trace
But, I think I gotta go spillin' blood
It's a race and I'm always needin' more
Homicide on my mind
Why you think you're 'bout to die?
See the Freddie in your room and
You're 'bout to meet the doom
R-rock steady, Glock heavy
I just wanna get it goin'
Speed it down, now get a grip
Where's my gun? It's on my hip, off the rip
I just wanna break it down and make it flip
On your block
I'm about to pop it off and make it flop
G-get it off the get go, I need more money
Oh, no i rob the plug and do the dash
And hit the gas and almost crash
They never see me coming
I just took 'em by surprise
Little did he even know
He's about to meet demise
Ayy, I might shoot it
Get the 44 and pop tha' trunk
Like what the fuck, these bitches goofy
Do the most, but fuck it, but fuck it
Runnin', poppin'
'cause I know he wanna try to do shit
Pistol got it, watch it stoppin' bullets
30 keep it in (Ayy), can't stop
I cannot leave a trace
But, I think I gotta go spillin' blood
It's a race and I'm always needin' more
Homicide on my mind
Why you think you're 'bout to die?
See the Freddie in your room and
You're 'bout to meet the doom
Pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it
Pop it, pop it, pop it, now I'm
Pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop
Pop-pop-pop-pop
Spree
Pop it, pop it, pop it, pop
It, pop it, pop it, now I'm
Pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop
Pop-pop-pop-pop
Spree-spree