POP FLY

By Biv

On Dead Luxury

Released on May 20, 2022

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[Verse]

Had a couple years to think without it

Couple 100 thousand make me think about it

I'm off a couple, I can't sleep in silence, dream about it

I ain't fear no other man except the one inside my eyelids (what?)

If it's bluff tough talk

Ya whole fam could catch the hands on walk

Half these fuckas lost inside a lost cause

Damaging their own flaws

No Pistol packin, only stackin money in floor board, you warned

I catch you tongue slipping, best rip it off

And feed you while it's raw before I raw dog ya broad (what?)

Have you tossin suicide notes at mamas door? (huh)

Fuckas act like I ain't live before

But half the block was never pavеd in gold (woah)

Like some of you beforе, I know a couple that'll let it go

Same ones that let it fly if you come too close

Half these fucks wanna see me off the coast

Puttin 5 on my suicide

Get the most up out my overdose

You chose the wrong host to bury in the coach

You keep the feelings up inside and hide from what you love the most

Guess I'm a pill poppin, drug addict faggot with past to match it

So why I feel like death my only action

Don't look for answers to the shit you asking

I still find myself to be distraction

My Heavy eyes rise, with the 6 inch packin

Mostly luck the reason all you fuckas happened

You ain't worth the time or half my talent

All the same names and topics you don't fashion

My whole fam ain't fuck with you and I ain't even ask em

None of you punk bitches have been adapting

I give it 3 to 5 till it's happy ever lasting

Automatic, but ain't ever tragic

I give it 3 to 5 till it's happy ever lasting

Till it's happy ever lasting

Till it's happy ever- okay

Guess I'm a pill poppin, drug addict faggot with past to match it

Guess I'm a pill poppin, drug addict faggot with past to match it