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4oeRacks - Greg Popovich Lyrics



4oeRacks - Greg Popovich Lyrics
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I got shot for tryna' squabble, I ain't fighting shit
Caught a couple gun charges, still tote the blick
Nigga said he outside, but I don't see him
Nigga said he outside, I'm finna hit his whip
Double back and park the load, I'm finna, come on, come on
Double back and park the load, I'm bouncing out of it
Head coach of KOP all-stars, I'm Greg Popovich
I'm moving slow off this drink, but still a score, Luka Dončić
I'm Splash Bros. without the thirty, Klay Thompson
I got popped, I got up and start yeekin', boy, stop it
Dead homies, niggas pop it on the gram until we pop shit
This nigga said I dropped a tear that shit nonsense
Zelle came through with the, uh, we finna drop tris
They like, get four off the mic, he starting politics
Baby Fatal in the cut, I'm with the AD Crips
I just put a new bitch on my roster, will you make me rich
Still shipping bowls out of state, I hope the feds ain't listen
Niggas always talking bread, but never seen no chicken
Double cup of purple rain, you know I poured that good Tristan
I'm still beatin' roads until they free my twin up out the system
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I got shot for tryna' squabble, I ain't fighting shit
Caught a couple gun charges, still tote the blick
Nigga said he outside, but I don't see him
Nigga said he outside, I'm finna hit his whip
Double back and park the load, I'm finna, come on, come on
Double back and park the load, I'm bouncing out of it
Head coach of KOP all-stars, I'm Greg Popovich
I'm moving slow off this drink, but still a score, Luka Dončić
I'm Splash Bros. without the thirty, Klay Thompson
I got popped, I got up and start yeekin', boy, stop it
Dead homies, niggas pop it on the gram until we pop shit
This nigga said I dropped a tear that shit nonsense
Zelle came through with the, uh, we finna drop tris
They like, get four off the mic, he starting politics
Baby Fatal in the cut, I'm with the AD Crips
I just put a new bitch on my roster, will you make me rich
Still shipping bowls out of state, I hope the feds ain't listen
Niggas always talking bread, but never seen no chicken
Double cup of purple rain, you know I poured that good Tristan
I'm still beatin' roads until they free my twin up out the system
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Writer: Kai Williams
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Language: English
Length: 1:21
Written by: Kai Williams

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