Pop Off Lyrics – CHXLLXR
Singer: CHXLLXR
Title: Pop Off
Know we boutta pop off
Yeah we riding in the whip, with the top off
Demons tryna call but i don’t wanna talk
I left my phone at home, so you are out of luck
Tellem what i said, cause i won’t warn again
Living for a minute, i feel like i’m dead
Running up the racks, i’m the money man
Demons tryna call, but they ain’t getting bands
Know that’ll make em mad
My life is hd
Like slow-mo adhd
I’ve been running through the city
It’s the same thing
Cause i had to make a way
To fight these demons i was facing
Facing
Then i got to pacing
Speeding through the city
And they thought that i was racing
I’m boutta ressurect like the matrix
I’m hatеd
But you don’t see my head is a maze
And i’m fading
Face it
I’m boutta risе up to the top
Started from the bottom now you see me rising up
Yeah i spent too many days wasting
I hate it
But now you see me rising
When they thought i wouldn’t make it
I spent late nights faded
They thought i went vacant
Then i pop out with a banger
They hate me
They think i’ma fall off
But they don’t realize
Know we boutta pop off
Yeah we riding in the whip, with the top off
Demons tryna call but i don’t wanna talk
I left my phone at home, so you are out of luck
Tellem what i said, cause i won’t warn again
Living for a minute, i feel like i’m dead
Running up the racks, i’m the money man
Demons tryna call, but they ain’t getting bands
Know that’ll make em mad
Know that’ll make em mad
Running up the money now we getting bags
The way that i’m winning is all i have
You know that we boutta get back
Like revenge
I’ve been running back
Attack with the pad and the pen like
Boy get back
I’ve been so cold again
I’m so cold again
Know we boutta pop off
Yeah we riding in the whip, with the top off
Demons tryna call but i don’t wanna talk
I left my phone at home, so you are out of luck
Tellem what i said, cause i won’t warn again
Living for a minute, i feel like i’m dead
Running up the racks, i’m the money man
Demons tryna call, but they ain’t getting bands
Know that’ll make em mad
Know we boutta pop off
Yeah we riding in the whip, with the top off
Demons tryna call but i don’t wanna talk
I left my phone at home, so you are out of luck
Tellem what i said, cause i won’t warn again
Living for a minute, i feel like i’m dead
Running up the racks, i’m the money man
Demons tryna call, but they ain’t getting bands
Know that’ll make em mad
Run up on the track
Like woah
Vvs is dripping
They think it’s about to snow
My heart is so cold
It’s about to be froze
I try to make a killin
So i gotta do the most
Running through the city
Now i gotta make a toast
To the money that im making
Counting racks up in the snow
I gotta pop off
You know that we gotta go
Cause i’m chxlls with the mills
Young savage in my blood
But they don’t
Know we boutta pop off
Yeah we riding in the whip, with the top off
Demons tryna call but i don’t wanna talk
I left my phone at home, so you are out of luck
Tellem what i said, cause i won’t warn again
Living for a minute, i feel like i’m dead
Running up the racks, i’m the money man
Demons tryna call, but they ain’t getting bands
Know that’ll make em mad
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