Pop by Papoose
Bust shots, bust that bust shots
Bust that, bust that, bust that
Bust shots, bust that bust shots
Bust that, bust that, bust that
Bust shots, bust that bust shots
Bust that, bust that, bust that
Niggas getting
Murk, murk, murk
Grip you burn a snitch
Murk, murk, murk
Grip you burn a snitch
Murk, murk, murk
Grip you burn a snitch
Murk, murk, murk
Murk, murk, murk
Grip your bird a snitch
We let them shots fly no turbulance
I see some dark nights like Batman
Doing jokes like Chaz out of black hands
Scheeming on your block I be speeding past the cops
Thugging hard make it hard
Flashing infrared dots
Let that chopper chop to your project
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