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Mister Pistol Popper - Flacko locked and loaded
Life´s a bitch and she pussy pop (know why) cause I got her open
That pussy soakin´, fuck is you promotin´
Yea, you claim you rage, you hatin´ 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 ´sposed to do with all this new ass
Fuck I´m ´sposed 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 Mister Pistol Popper screaming "fuck a copper"
I just bought a crispy choppa finna fuck yo block up, blocka!
Even cracked the pavement that´s for niggas hatin´
I been impatiently waitin´ to show you niggas Satan
All this talk of Illuminati ain´t got a clue about me
Bitch I´m Trill-Maluminati and got my crew behind me
Shootas 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
Wit 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 cash 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

Alright, motherfucker
Alright, A$AP