Popped off by Truckboyfancy Lyrics
They sent me a cheque
And then I rewrote it
They thought they’d ignore me
My style is to potent
Like y’all do not know me
You missing my motives
I get me a backwood then I get to rolling
And I’m making my money I get it I count it
I’m chillin w Zaireh we smoking the loudest
Your sauce just be missing you lost it I found it
My style like the ocean there’s no way around it
They tried they best stop me
Well I popped off got a bag homie
Gettin millies in 3’s like Lebron homie
And you know that i gotchu if you my homie
Can’t have no rats on the task force
If you snitch on me you get a bag for it
Ye you get the money but you die for it
Keep it honest ye never lie for it
These niggas they used to ignore me
Now they all on the gram they act like they know me
They loving buzz but I don’t accept phonies
I keep my shit cold like I’m not your homie
I get In the pussy
No greater one before me
My city be Wylin
The haters be boring
I make a milli w nobody knowing
Out in the city I’m all on my lonely
I Wake in the morning and put on a Rollie
Stoner life dreams this shit be lonely
I killed your career and you be In mourning
I caused so much havoc it’s still just the morning
As I’m writing the lyrics my tears pouring
My soul in it too my hunger be roaring
Pull with drip and I shoot your girl
Say a few words
You know that I’m scoring
They sent me a cheque
And then I rewrote it
They thought they’d ignore me
My style is to potent
Like y’all do not know me
You missing my motives
I get me a backwood then I get to rolling
And I’m making my money I get it I count it
I’m chillin w Zaireh we smoking the loudest
Your sauce just be missing you lost it I found it
My style like the ocean there’s no way around it
They tried they best stop me
Well I popped off got a bag homie
Gettin millies in 3’s like Lebron homie
And you know that i gotchu if you my homie
Can’t have no rats on the task force
If you snitch on me you get a bag for it
Ye you get the money but you die for it
Keep it honest ye never lie for it
And then I rewrote it
They thought they’d ignore me
My style is to potent
Like y’all do not know me
You missing my motives
I get me a backwood then I get to rolling
And I’m making my money I get it I count it
I’m chillin w Zaireh we smoking the loudest
Your sauce just be missing you lost it I found it
My style like the ocean there’s no way around it
They tried they best stop me
Well I popped off got a bag homie
Gettin millies in 3’s like Lebron homie
And you know that i gotchu if you my homie
Can’t have no rats on the task force
If you snitch on me you get a bag for it
Ye you get the money but you die for it
Keep it honest ye never lie for it
These niggas they used to ignore me
Now they all on the gram they act like they know me
They loving buzz but I don’t accept phonies
I keep my shit cold like I’m not your homie
I get In the pussy
No greater one before me
My city be Wylin
The haters be boring
I make a milli w nobody knowing
Out in the city I’m all on my lonely
I Wake in the morning and put on a Rollie
Stoner life dreams this shit be lonely
I killed your career and you be In mourning
I caused so much havoc it’s still just the morning
As I’m writing the lyrics my tears pouring
My soul in it too my hunger be roaring
Pull with drip and I shoot your girl
Say a few words
You know that I’m scoring
They sent me a cheque
And then I rewrote it
They thought they’d ignore me
My style is to potent
Like y’all do not know me
You missing my motives
I get me a backwood then I get to rolling
And I’m making my money I get it I count it
I’m chillin w Zaireh we smoking the loudest
Your sauce just be missing you lost it I found it
My style like the ocean there’s no way around it
They tried they best stop me
Well I popped off got a bag homie
Gettin millies in 3’s like Lebron homie
And you know that i gotchu if you my homie
Can’t have no rats on the task force
If you snitch on me you get a bag for it
Ye you get the money but you die for it
Keep it honest ye never lie for it