Pops - 1 Verse lyrics

[Intro] One-zero-one-f**ing-seven Brick Squad! Yeah, n***a, I'm finna annihilate your a**, n***a One verse, p**y a** n***a I ain't even got no hook for this sh** But this sh** is so super duper personal, my n***a Like, real talk Like, homes so super lame, like I perform at Libra, I get off the stage Then homes start popping sh** about a n***a Ego tripping 'bout a n***a The same n***a that wanna borrow a hundred dollars? That n***a The same n***a that say he balling, sleeping at hoes' house Driving hoes' cars and sh** The same n***a, like... Come on, man, this Flocka, n***a Y'all n***as got me f**ed up, n***a LeBron Flocka James, n***a Ain't sh** changed, n***a I still scrape up dollars and change, n***a Real talk, n***a No hook shawty, boy One verse, you p**y a** boy For real, n***a This sh** real, my n***a They can't calm me down, n***a, right now, n***a I'm on Hulk right now, n***a Everything green, n***a Diamonds green, gang green, n***a f** y'all n***as talking about, n***a? Waka Flocka, n***a These n***as got me f**ed up, man Real talk [Verse] Throwing bullets back, don't wear throwbacks He talk like Gucci, act like Gucci, rob ice like Gucci Boy, stop! That's middle-of-the-mall j**elry Ego tripping have these goons knock off your koofy Better calm down before I fill that fade Watch your chain, I'm throwing beads off, p**y n***a, what the f** you claim? We ain't the same clique, same label, the same gang This is a public service announcement to the fake Gucci Mane Them people on the east side [?] you, n***a I ride on the B side, who are you, n***a? You could play Ken, then I'm Ryu, n***a Your clique not really right, fake Damu, n***a Jealous and he envy me 'cause I'm realer than him Jealous and he envy me, call the p**y Throw-B Waka Flocka Flame in the club, where the gangstas be In the club, rolling up nothing but that stinky tree [Outro] Little p**y a** n***a Yeah, n***a One verse your a**, n***a I hope you heard this sh**, n***a You lucky, my n***a You know my momma, I know your momma That's why I can't touch your p**y a**, n***a You know a n***a put that hands on a n***a, you gon' call 12, n***a Yeah, n***a, and I heard when you was in prison, n***a You was a trustee, n***a You wasn't no real n***a My n***a told me you wasn't even in the population, n***a Stop popping like you gangsta, my n***a Real talk, n***a, selling honey buns to get tattoo'd Then come out, wallowing like you hard, n***a You ain't no real n***a Waka Flocka Flame Gone