One Pop Lyrics

One Pop, pop one, not one, got two of them

Who are them utes with their faces screwed up

Bad one with a bubble but, we don't even fuck more time but she still wan' do stuff

Anyhow man had enough, bro gun' bad him up

Turn man's hoodie to a crew cut

From kway I've been outside, used to hit dots in all black True Religion bootcuts

I never been meady, and everything TT

I still keep sweeties for the tuck shop

You know Glizz greedy, I need the whole tree g

I ain't runnin' in the crib for a one crop

Stepped in looking bricked up with a ting tucked in my boxers ready for the jump off

Two packs on my lap, we don't play out from the back

Fuck a middle man send it straight up top

Foreigns a coupes, my young boy a horrible ute

Caught man slippin' overseas on holiday come let's spill some tropical juice

Get money gang, I ain't dropping this work till the big belly land

Still spin this whip on a ban, whip it till' it's so solid turn a brick Megaman

And I don't need no runner

Born a hustler just like my mudda

Lyca got hot switched to the Lebara

My Nokia toured in every London Borough

Me and Dre still pebbling work, we went back to back like Baby and Gunna

My killy, my bruce, my brudda

Only one way out we ain't got not other

One Pop, pop one, not one, got two of them

Who are them utes with their faces screwed up

Bad one with a bubble but, we don't even fuck more time but she still wan' do stuff

Anyhow man had enough, bro gun' bad him up

Turn man's hoodie to a crew cut

From kway I've been outside, used to hit dots in all black True Religion bootcuts

I never been meady, and everything TT

I still keep sweeties for the tuck shop

You know Glizz greedy, I need the whole tree g

I ain't runnin' in the crib for a one crop

Stepped in looking bricked up with a ting tucked in my boxers ready for the jump off

Two packs on my lap, we don't play out from the back

Fuck a middle man send it straight up top

Gotta get it that way, right now the trap takes all of man's time

IPhone been on DND for a week, but my Nokia hot you can holla man's line

Anything that runs clean in foil in a 4 mile radius probably mine

My GG went n' got on his grind, now the pavement shakes when we hop in this ride

Big back like a HMP TV, sweetie I ain't no average guy

I see my man doing up badboy, inna real life let the mad ting slide

Dark or gold, the barbies know that I'm action man when it's action time

Last year had a fantastic line, big belly and they ain't taxing mine

One Pop, pop one, not one, got two of them

Who are them utes with their faces screwed up

Bad one with a bubble but, we don't even fuck more time but she still wan' do stuff

Anyhow man had enough, bro gun' bad him up

Turn man's hoodie to a crew cut

From kway I've been outside, used to hit dots in all black True Religion bootcuts

I never been meady, and everything TT

I still keep sweeties for the tuck shop

You know Glizz greedy, I need the whole tree g

I ain't runnin' in the crib for a one crop

Stepped in looking bricked up with a ting tucked in my boxers ready for the jump off

Two packs on my lap, we don't play out from the back

Fuck a middle man send it straight up top