Soufside Dre - Ankle Pop
Gang, buh, buh
I just fucked my ankle up
Yeah, yeah
★ Chrous ★
I just fucked my ankle up
Did the 100-yard dash, had to chase me a bag
Nigga talkin' crazy, I'ma put em' on his ass
Smokin' pink runts, only puff, no pass
Teachin' these niggas the game like they my son, or just a teacher in class
Used to be with Kato countin' dividends, but we wasn't good at math
★ Verse 1 ★
We only knew how to add, divide
All of that money, you know that we multiply
All of these groupies, they choosin', they by my side
Talk on the beat, but you know I'ma fuckin' slide
If I walk wit' the bros, like a car, I'ma fuckin' ride
Monkey see monkey do, now that boy monkеy died
Goin' ape on the bеat, they call my voice a jungle slide
Kick that bitch to the curb and I'm gettin' my money right
Keepin' my dividends added, niggas, they money subtractin', they goin' broke
Tell that lil' bitch to just back up, hittin' that bitch with the metal, and I don't do coke
Yo' bitch super wet, like the bottom of a boat
Get in that pussy, and I stay afloat
Beatin' that back in, I'm hittin' the road
Pick up the backend and I fuckin' go
★ Chrous ★
I just fucked my ankle up
Did the 100-yard dash, had to chase me a bag
Nigga talkin' crazy, I'ma put em' on his ass
Smokin' pink runts, only puff, no pass
Teachin' these niggas the game like they my son, or just a teacher in class
Used to be with Kato countin' dividends, but we wasn't good at math
★ Verse 2 ★
The way we gettin' money, thought we athlete
Hit ya' baby mama in the backseat, got her runnin' like a track meet
Runnin' up the numbers check the stat sheet, that's why her back beat , I beat it up like Vegeta
Passin' these hoes like a nigga play FIFA
Dolo my blunt, you can't smoke my lil' reefa'
Upgrade my budget, your budget get cheaper
Dropped off the pack, then I went to a meeting
Your pockets be hurt like you play for the Eagles
Pop a lil' Perc', and I'm showin' my demon
Been havin' swag, 2019 Buscemi
Dropped me a bag when I walked up in Neiman's
Rackin' up bodies, achievements, niggas been leachin'
Get the gun trigger, I squeeze it
Pussy too wet like Fiji, hit it and leave it
Feelin' like MJ, I beat it
★ Chrous ★
I just fucked my ankle up
Did the 100-yard dash, had to chase me a bag
Nigga talkin' crazy, I'ma put em' on his ass
Smokin' pink runts, only puff, no pass
Teachin' these niggas the game like they my son, or just a teacher in class
Used to be with Kato countin' dividends, but we wasn't good at math
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