I'm Popping Video (MV)

She ain't a catch, you got caught, you been f*cking coke thots
Been there, done that, they ain't got no shots
Off this dick, I'm sick of phony bitches
Why they snitching, I'm proficient
With an iron, taking mine, I been getting hella distant
No regard for life, she can't function without a high
On your side, you think she ride or die
She ain't slide for you anyways
Anyways, I stay chasing my bag
Dead weight that I ain't dragging
Playing the night while you chasing a dragon
I stay bragging on my shit, why they lacking on my shit
They stay backing out on sight, alright
This knife ain't seen the daylight
Hey, like leave it alone if you ain't needing a gravestone
At the tone where she leave it, I ain't getting out my zone
Breaking bones, yeah, this the Warzone
I see dead people when I'm in stores now
I been getting hella hostile, need to cool my shit
I might get all you hoes mad, yeah, I need a bad bitch
But bitches snitching, tryna set you up, wet you up
I ain't finna get you up, bitch, do it yourself
I'm focused on my wealth, rolling blunts for my health
She looking red since she felt it, young bull, I ain't Sheldon
Wilding with my shooter, yeah, he a real sinner
We the winners, chicken dinners every night
I'm a skinny motherf*cker, I be having appetite
I'm devouring, yeah, I bite
Turning off the lights, creeping in they nightmares
Like I'm Freddy Krueger, yeah, he a shooter
(Bragging on my shit, why they lacking on my shit)
(They stay backing out on sight, alright)
(This knife ain't seen the daylight)
(Hey, like leave it alone if you ain't needing a gravestone)
(At the tone where she leave it, I ain't getting out my zone, bitch)
Get out my zone, bitch
(Llámame lobo)
I was born vicious
(Just a tiny bit loco)
Check the logo, jumping pogo over dodos
Ain't no yoko ono, yeah, I'm getting this shit solo
Bending backs, that's Quasimodo
Silly bitch, tricks is for kids
Wipe 'em off her face, yeah, you know what it is
I stay popping, f*cked this bitch, her name Mary
I'm married to the game, there ain't nothing else to say
I do what's necessary, they asking that shit necessary
Mental in a cemetery, don't be worried about my strap
Discretionary, need to keep it on my lap
Don't get zapped, they be bugging me out, when in doubt
I stay popping, f*cked this bitch, her name Mary
I'm married to the game, there ain't nothing else to say
I do what's necessary, they asking that shit necessary
Mental in a cemetery, don't be worried about my strap, bitch
(I stay bragging on my shit, why they lacking on my shit)
(They stay backing out on sight, alright)
(This knife ain't seen the daylight)
(Hey, like leave it alone if you ain't needing a gravestone)
(At the tone where she leave it, I ain't getting out my zone)
(Breaking bones, yeah, this the Warzone)
(I see dead people when I'm in stores now)
(I been getting hella hostile, need to cool my shit)
(I might get all you hoes mad, yeah, I need a bad bitch)