K-pop Lyrics

Woo, woo
I pull up like
How you pull up, Baby?
How you pull up? (Oh, oh, oh)
How you pull up? I pull up
(Woo, Seth in the kitchen)

Let's go
Brand new Lamborghini, fuck a cop car
With the pistol on my hip
like I'm a cop (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Have you ever met a real nigga rockstar?
This ain't no guitar, bitch
this a Glock (Woo)
My Glock told me to promise
you gon' squeeze me (Woo)
You better let me go the day
you need me (Woo)
Soon as you up me on that nigga
get to bustin' (Woo)
And if I ain't enough, go get the chop

It's safe to say I earned it
ain't a nigga gave me nothin'
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm ready to hop out
on a nigga, get to bustin'
Know you heard me say
＂You play, you lay,＂
don't make me push the button
Full of pain, dropped enough tears
to fill up a fuckin' bucket
Goin' for buckets, I bought a chopper
I got a big drum, it hold a hundred
ain't goin' for nothin'
I'm ready to air it out
on all these niggas, I can see 'em runnin'
Just talked to my mama
she hit me on FaceTime just to check up
on me and my brother
I'm really the baby, she know that
her youngest son was always guaranteed
to get the money (Okay, let's go)
She know that her baby
boy was always guaranteed
to get the loot
She know what I do, she know
'fore I run from a nigga
I'ma pull it out and shoot (Boom)
PTSD, I'm always waking up
in cold sweats like I got the flu
My daughter a G, she saw me kill a nigga
in front of her before the age of two
And I'll kill another nigga too
'Fore I let another nigga
do somethin' to you
Long as you know that
don't let nobody tell you different
Daddy love you (Yeah, yeah)

Let's go
Brand new Lamborghini, fuck a cop car
With the pistol on my hip
like I'm a cop (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Have you ever met a real nigga rockstar?
This ain't no guitar, bitch
this a Glock (Woo)
My Glock told me to promise
you gon' squeeze me (Woo)
You better let me go the day
you need me (Woo)
Soon as you up me on that nigga
get to bustin' (Woo, yeah)
And if I ain't enough
go get the chop (Yeah, yeah)

Keep a Glocky
when I ride in the Suburban
'Cause the codeine had
a young nigga swervin'
I got the mop, watch me wash
'em like detergent
And I'm ballin', that's why
it's diamonds on my jersey
Slide on opps' side and flip
the block back, yeah, yeah
My junior popped him
and left him lopsided, yeah, yeah
We spin his block, got the rebound
Dennis Rodman
Fool me one time
you can't cross me again
Twelve hundred horsepower
I get lost in the wind
If he talkin' on the yard
the pen' dogs'll take his chin
Maybach SUV for my refugees
Buy blocks in the hood
put money in the streets
I was solo when the opps
caught me at the gas station
Had it on me, thirty thousand
thought it was my last day
But they ain't even want no smoke
If I had to choose it
murder what she wrote

Let's go
Brand new Lamborghini, fuck a cop car
With the pistol on my hip
like I'm a cop (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Have you ever met a real nigga rockstar?
This ain't no guitar, bitch
this a Glock (Woo)
My Glock told me to promise
you gon' squeeze me (Woo)
You better let me go the day
you need me (Woo)
Soon as you up me on that nigga
get to bustin' (Woo)
And if I ain't enough, go get the chop