Ron$oCold - Popeye lyrics

This lean, ain't no Henny in this Styrofoam f** a n***a business Ima mind my own n***a playin games get his mind blown In my pocket be them dead guys, Flexed up on these n***as like im Popeye n***a try me he be a dead guy, Walk up on a n***a f** a drive-by Pour me up a four im in slow-mo, Coolin with yo main she on go mode All this ice im feeling like Sub Zero, Im with a bad b**h she a Libra She gon set it off like Queen Latifah, Im riding in this foreign smoking reffer Sippin on this pink but it ain't Easter, n***a f** the school f** my teacher All I make is hits like Derek Jeter, Hoes said that I wouldn't be sh** Now she on my phone she get a-? (She get a what?) n***as always looking for some damn drama, n***a won't you go and find some damn commas? Ima get a check watch me f** it up, Left my kids in her mouth she gon s** em up Im walking with a limp i got that .40 tucked, I dont f** with n***as im a damn j** Shawty gon choose yeah these hoes gon choose, Man these hoes confused dont know what to do She say Ron you ballin call me Cold Abdul, Baby im that n***a i could never lose, Pull up on your b**h and watch what she do Im in another timzone, This lean ain't no Henny in this Styrofoam f** a n***a business Ima mind my own, n***a playin games get his mind blown Money counter you know i dont count sh**, Drugs got me paranoid can't trust sh** n***a run up wrong ima bust quick, I think this n***a mad cause i f**ed his b**h In my pocket by them dead guys, Flexed up on these n***as like im Popeye