Dot Dot Curve, Khari The Producer - Pop Off lyrics

You stupid fuckin' punk ass
Crunk ass, trick ass, bitch ass
Nigga, you been talking that shit, that shit
Don't mean a damn thing like shit's pass tens
Yup, yup
That shit's for your fucking fag fans
I do what revolves around my fucking passion
And I don't give a shit
About your fucking fashion hell no
I'm not speaking with a fucking accent
You just listen slow bitch
So so fucking extent
You might get your ass stomp if
I'm with my black friends
I'ma be the one who throw
You in the fucking trashcan
The reason while I'm wild
It's cause I'm in the black band
And you get your ass smacked
By a fucking black hand
I been going for a while
But I'm coming back, man
With the mask on my face
Like a fucking Afghan
Smoking weed and doin' coke
In the fucking lab, man
And you think that shit is a joke
Ain't even laughing

Pop off and if it pops off
I'ma be the one that make it shit popped
Dawg pop off and if it pops off
Blastin', I'ma burn you like a hot dog

I'm young, I'm paid, I'm self mane
Listen the what I'm say
Get that shit pops off
I leave you in the grave six feet under
I'ma star, I'm shine
So right you can see me Steven Wonder
You faggot ass punk, ass crunk, IDM ass
Just a shame spanky, N!tro, yeah, yeah
We run the fucking gang
Give me some 'bout that, baby, bottle
I snap you with my white hand, man
You a heafty motherfucker
Found in trashcans, you call me Spank
Pussy ass bitch, ass dick in the booty ass
Take my dick out your mouth, fag yeah
Step back, you might come rack
Pay attention, man, you might learn swag

Pop off and if it pops off
I'ma be the one that make it shit popped
Dawg pop off and if it pops off
Blastin', I'ma burn you like a hot dog