Mr. Pistol Popper, Flacko locked and loaded Life's a bitch and she pussy pop, know why? 'Cause I got her open That pussy soaking, fuck is you promoting? Yeah, you claim you rage, you hating like you live in Oakland All my rap town niggas with the roof back Introduce you niggas to the new swag Make you say a nigga blew up too fast Fuck I'm 'posed to do with all this new ass? Fuck I'm 'posed to do with all this new cash? Thousand dollar drawers just to hold my balls All I ever do is let my jewels sag
Pac gone, but the "Juice" back Get your popcorn, juice, snacks It's a movie nigga, with a new cast Get the news flash, that the truth back This is boom bap, mixed with new raps Look at all the niggas that I blew past Hood by Air, to the do-rag Nigga make way for the new jacks
It's Mr. Pistol Popper screaming, "Fuck a copper" I just bought a crispy choppa, finna fuck your block up, blocka! Even cracked the pavement that's for niggas hating I been impatiently waiting to show you niggas Satan All this talk of Illuminati ain't got a clue about me Bitch, I'm Trillmaluminati and got my crew behind me Shooters 'round me, keep them looters round me Keep a tool around me, it'll keep you fools from 'round me
Couple of them dudes surround me With a gat, with a strap in a backpack When they cap cap, leave you flat, better back back On a fast track, ratatat, nigga that's that Nigga pass that, finna ash, where the hash at? Got a Kat Stacks with a ass, finna smash that Make 'em catch that, A$AP, then I pass that Off to my niggas then she ask, "Where the cash at?"
I see dead people, I need dead people Lord Pretty Flacko, bitch, I behead people Kneel and kiss the ring, all hail the King Long Live A$AP, put that on everything
