

Prompt / Lyrics
We stopping at subway finto get it popping the party all night so you know we ain't stopping the homies pulling up for the drugs yeah they coppin you want a foot long or a six inch I bring the table cloth and the table it's a picnic boy I heard you on some slick shit don't fuck around and get stirred like some quick grits I'm Jeffery dumma we'll eat you on some sick shit you know the bitches on the corner pulling quick tricks and homies standing on the block hollar cookie. Crisp go get the pack and hit the trap strong a four piece that's a quarter another four make it a half if the folks behind me boy I'm bout to do the dash throwing money in the hood while I'm talking trash ain't really worried bout nobody these bitches mad cause I'm all in my bag who that poppin let's get it rockin I'm puttin you bitches in the trash gettin sloppy toppy on a Kawasaki how long can I last don't be callin her phone leave her alone yo girl she havin a blast the bigger the pack the bigger the profit the bigger the bag got to watch the haters trying to sneak me they be learkin at night trying to reach me you a bottom feeder where the leach be I feel like bmf call me meeche put this shit in yo whip turn it on repeat who say I'm not poppin I know that you watchin just keep it pimpin switch the game up bitches mad at the boy cause I came up we was raised in this shit you can't blame us see the hell in my eyes boy I'm dangerous you ain't havin no motion don't hang wit us you ain't never shot guns you can't bang wit us
Tags
Gritty rap
1:10
No
3/8/2026