Q-Popi - 9000ft. lyrics

P-Pullz (ft. Arjay Mian, Jorrell Redsun, Q-Popi, and Stelf Index) - “9000ft.” [Produced by Stelf Index] [Verse 1: Jorrell Redsun] News flash: P. Dash got you for your f**ing cash And when you tongue your girl, you're tasting my nut and your mom's a** Sound's cra**, but so what? I'm is who I'm is I'm eternal, so I don't ask the question: can I live? I live for today ‘cause tomorrow's only eleven Fifty-nine and a few milliseconds. You missed it Simplistic mystic without fruit mixes. Three sixes In a handstand that don't jam. I ain't docile Ate a bad falafel and went to the hospital Sued the store and turned the profits into something colossal I run a brothel that makes chicken and waffles like Roscoe's Stand crooked and sh**. Off-beat like whacking During epileptic fits. Old man From the past coming futuristic. Hit the bottle, then The throttle, swerving role model shapeshift Possess Moses river split. Pit shake ya And keep your celly from my f**ing pacemaker Breaker, breaker. Breaker, breaker [Verse 2: Stelf Index] I nightcrawl from behind on the blind Like being financially stressed and brainless, I pay you no mind My flow find targets like missiles in Kosovo. Soggy fire- -crackers never blow. No stranger—traveled with lead In my arm to Pennsylvania/pencil-vein ya. Lure fake players in My area with promises of ice. I pack the stadium And burn the sh** down twice. Sounds shiest but it's nice Sounds shiest but it's nice—oops, the world skipped I gain access to its axis, insert my wax in the Equator Rock hot tracks like chicks to weaves in mid-summer Sample lightning and thunder like taste test—bon appétit Large appetite and Kap-er tight, right? Come to Neighborhood wired, pull a double Mike Myers: shag it ‘Til I k** it. Austin on Halloween. Drama now Seems like comedy. Overrun scene Rewind that part where I ripped out his spleen—fatality [Verse 3: Arjay Mian] Nine grand, nine thousand feet Yuk like spam and peanut bu*ter on a pita Run through rhyme and upset stomach like red light Jump street curb if I have to attack you (Don't, don't, don't, don't) Don't rock the boat Or get exposed like wearing fig leaf in front of hungry goat In Hungary. I'm hung like first dollar in store front Money I rack. Not from Iran/I ran, but you did Hope you're flexible ‘cause I bend your men like (Grant, two Jacksons, and a Hamilton) Crazy cashier. The give-you-wrong-change-back cashier The cuss-you-out cashier. The when-you-rob-you-get-no- -cash-here cashier. Rip cashmere, yelling “Get the hell out or get slapped in the mouth!” By my bodyguard thug chick in a bulletproof push-up bra Ba la la laaa. Now you want to be down? Hell no. Do collabo with my elbow and rib cage Headlock, deadlocked traffic, deadbolt My shop spit at you lethal, Tae Bo and high Fiber blow beat the sh** out of you [Verse 4: Q-Popi] This brave man verbal enslave man Force you to drag behind like horny caveman Nothing but dust by dusk. This not your average bust My crew can count on me like abacus. Lust like loose Ladies after loot, drinking absolute. Throw your hands In the air like, “Run that sh**, baby, or I'll shoot” Now you're stuck. Slim cash in at the aqueduct Cool as open air ducts. Nine-thousand-feet-high Heights don't spook us. Thick like mucus in your Mueslix Slick oil love cabeza, pollo in Polo sweaters I'm all-purpose on purpose, no bullsh**ter I can't stand weak emcees like feetless action figures How do you figure I can't work it? Knock you On the floor, smash your gla**es, but I ain't feeling beasty Rhymes be free and rhymes be quick I'm not surprised you're on my dick