Pop pop about that cut like peek-a-boo, he thought he seen a ghost
Walk that boy down bad, face his ass and then we make a toast
Pop two tens, I pop another one, I like the higher dose
Catch a five in traffic, cut him off, I'm tryna leave him hopeless
Say my name three times like Candyman, I might jump out and poke ya
Back to back, them SRT's , 12 flick the lights, V8 my motor
Told the three roll up that three-five, of lil shush , I hate being sober
Telly action the city hoe , I don't want the neck, little bitch bend over
Can't sign me for know, lil' petty racks, I want the M's and over
Stackin' all this pape to the ceiling, yeah, I'm tryna come BP Rover
See me out in public, best believe that I got gen five
Opps say we ain't up on the scope, man, them niggas lying
Droppin' buckets like Dame Lillard yeah, you know I got my star and five
Cookie cutter on the stick, I'll swing it drac , all you niggas dying
Broddie , broddie , switched the gunpowder with the fent , damn, I think he lost his mind
Swingin' down that block in big 150, bitch, yall know what's up
See them SG members clutchin' Glocks , we tryna send it up
Pop up in that big boy Bentley truck, I got my money up
S4frmSG - higher dose Lyrics
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Pop pop about that cut like peek-a-boo, he thought he seen a ghost
Walk that boy down bad, face his ass and then we make a toast
Pop two tens, I pop another one, I like the higher dose
Catch a five in traffic, cut him off, I'm tryna leave him hopeless
Say my name three times like Candyman, I might jump out and poke ya
Back to back, them SRT's , 12 flick the lights, V8 my motor
Told the three roll up that three-five, of lil shush , I hate being sober
Telly action the city hoe , I don't want the neck, little bitch bend over
Can't sign me for know, lil' petty racks, I want the M's and over
Stackin' all this pape to the ceiling, yeah, I'm tryna come BP Rover
See me out in public, best believe that I got gen five
Opps say we ain't up on the scope, man, them niggas lying
Droppin' buckets like Dame Lillard yeah, you know I got my star and five
Cookie cutter on the stick, I'll swing it drac , all you niggas dying
Broddie , broddie , switched the gunpowder with the fent , damn, I think he lost his mind
Swingin' down that block in big 150, bitch, yall know what's up
See them SG members clutchin' Glocks , we tryna send it up
Pop up in that big boy Bentley truck, I got my money up
Walk that boy down bad, face his ass and then we make a toast
Pop two tens, I pop another one, I like the higher dose
Catch a five in traffic, cut him off, I'm tryna leave him hopeless
Say my name three times like Candyman, I might jump out and poke ya
Back to back, them SRT's , 12 flick the lights, V8 my motor
Told the three roll up that three-five, of lil shush , I hate being sober
Telly action the city hoe , I don't want the neck, little bitch bend over
Can't sign me for know, lil' petty racks, I want the M's and over
Stackin' all this pape to the ceiling, yeah, I'm tryna come BP Rover
See me out in public, best believe that I got gen five
Opps say we ain't up on the scope, man, them niggas lying
Droppin' buckets like Dame Lillard yeah, you know I got my star and five
Cookie cutter on the stick, I'll swing it drac , all you niggas dying
Broddie , broddie , switched the gunpowder with the fent , damn, I think he lost his mind
Swingin' down that block in big 150, bitch, yall know what's up
See them SG members clutchin' Glocks , we tryna send it up
Pop up in that big boy Bentley truck, I got my money up
Writer: Sonny Benson
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