REASON & ScHoolboy Q – Pop Shit

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REASON & ScHoolboy Q – Pop Shit Lyrics

[Intro: REASON]Yeah, uh
Uh, yeah

[Chorus: REASON]Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit
Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit
Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit
Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit

[Verse 1: REASON]Wait, ride with my block, ride with my steez, pop shit
I ain’t need help, I got the keys, locksmith
Fuck who the best, I clean up mess, mop shit
Get shit off my chest, I took too many steps, Rocket
James Harden, my fame gone and my game on
When I get back, leave, and they all find us, I can’t father
And a lot haters said I could, became your father
That’s just ‘Pac shit, now I pop shit, REAS’ in cockpits
Wait, high as planes, my stock raised, let’s be honest
Feel like Giannis Antetokoumnpo
These niggas is too slow, found me a loophole
Competition, I been takin’ care of niggas, it’s a group home
Stacks, been gettin’ money, spittin’ crack in inner cities
Rap game, had to stick my foot in
Like eenie-meenie-minie-moe to you niggas
Feel like the GOAT to you niggas
Also known as Prince of Del Amo to you niggas, wait
[Chorus: REASON & ScHoolboy Q]Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit (Wait)
Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit (Wait)
Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit
Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit (Wait, wait)
Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit
Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit (Yeah)
Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit (Yeah)
Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit (Uh, yo)

[Verse 2: ScHoolboy Q]Dance on my heels, mom in this still
Plug in my wheel, dubs what I fear
Ride for my tears, wait
Die for my block, rise in that pot
Lead to my opps, dead in that box
Storms in my bop (Woo)
God in my rack, shells on that ass and I know it (Yeah)
How dare niggas speak my name and they ain’t glowin’? (What?)
Jumpin’ up that big boy thing, the gun smokin’ (Uh)
What’s back seatin’ when loccin’, was no gimme (Ayy)
Now benji, ayy, it’s Blueface, baby, and I’m greedy (Blueface baby)
Ee-ee-uh, chef boy groovy while y’all sleepin’, yo, we face the ayy
Nine years in and it’s still pink, yo, let’s go for ten, uh
That was Snuggie, he got them M’s, huh (Yeah)
Benz, rim rub, big bank, the main shooter (Shooter)
The house, tulips palm trees, the crib Cuba (Yeah)
The ox bandit, black face, the crash landin’
The gun tote out, one dream, to win, sold out (Brrt)
[Chorus: REASON]Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit
Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit
Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit
Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit
Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit
Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit
Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit
Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit