Lunice – Hip Pop Lyrics

Microwave popcorn ass niggas…
Nigga Im young with dough
Leather on my headrest
Big chain hangin from a nigga necklace
That fresh kill ya, atlas fire
Weak niggas wanna retire, theres none flyer
I could porbably buy her
You rappin with a big nose but I am not a liar
No Pinocchio, hos catch the holy ghost
When they see L, fresh as hell
If you want the crowd rocked, Imma have to tax you
Fly the boy out, hotel in my rack stupid
Before I hit the stage, Im a have the stacks too
I dont want your bitch, pussy smell like catfish
Niggas really mad, man, Ive been had the rap true
Cheez, nigga, cheez, nigga check the steez
Based God, bless my sneeze
Tablecloth on my balls, she on her knees
I got a heavy tell em
Im a legend so thats legendary
Cold world so I keep my face extra hairy
Cold ghost on my neck and he extra heavy
Nigga Im hot, not in the skybox
Cuz in the game posted up like a tripod
Never been the robot, homey Im a alien
Im tired like a closed notch, you boys are so not
But I forgive you, you so trash its sinful
Back so rap hold cash like pimps do
Whats on the menu, got a blind ho like can-do
I got a blind ho like candle
See Im with maxie, we can kick it like jackie
She a runner, we have a track meet
In school, I wasnt the man on campus, see
I was more like the man with the sandwich, b
Microwave, popcorn-ass niggas!