Pop S%!t

Yeah, uh

Uh, yeah

Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit

Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit

Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit

Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit

Wait, ride with my block, ride with my steez, pop shit

I ain't need help, I got the keys, locksmith

Fuck who the best, I clean up mess, mop shit

Get shit off my chest, I took too many steps, Rocket

James Harden, my fame gone and my game Marvin

When I get back, leave, and they all find us, I can't father

Then a lot haters said I could, became your father

That's just 'Pac shit, now I pop shit, Reason cockpits

Wait, high as planes, my stock raised, let's be honest

I was ballin' way before the bucks

Feel like Giannis Antetokoumnpo

These niqqas is too slow, found me a loophole

Competition, I been takin' care of niqqas, it's a group home

Stacks, been gettin' money, spittin' crack in inner cities

Rap game, had to stick my foot in

Like eenie-meenie-minie-moe to you niqqas

Feel like the GOAT to you niqqas

Also known as Prince of Del Amo to you niqqas, wait

Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit (wait)

Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit (yeah)

Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit

Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit (wait, wait)

Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit

Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit (yo)

Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit (yo)

Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit (uh, yo)

Dance on my heels, mobbin' this still

Plug in my wheel, dubs what I fear

Ride for my tears, wait

Die for my block, rise in that pot

Lead to my opps, dead in that box

Storms in my bop (woo)

God in my rack, shells on that ass and I know it (yeah)

How dare niggas speak my name and they ain't glowin'? (What?)

Jumpin' up that big boy thing, the gun smokin' (uh)

What's back seatin' when loccin', was no gimme

Now benji, ay, it's Blueface, baby, and I'm greedy (Blueface baby)

Keep eatin', uh chef boy groovy while y'all sleepin'

Yo, we face the ay

Nine years in it and still peakin', yo, let's go for ten, uh

Belt snuggie, he got them M's, huh (Yeah)

Benz, rim rub, big bank, the main shooter (shooter)

The house, tulips palm trees, the crib Cuba (yeah)

The ox bandit, black face, the crash landin'

The gun toter, one dream, to win, solo (Brrt)

Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit

Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit

Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit

Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit

Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit

Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit

Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit

Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit