#BrooklynBloodPop! - Syko

Pop, pop, pop, pop

Blood, blood, blood, blood, blood

Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop

Blood, blood, blood, blood, blood

Cover fire

I need a rumor

You're a school shooter

A problematic desire

I'm just a gun with the hire

I'll pop your skull and your tires

I want your feeling and everything in your fiber

Uh, uh-uh-uh-uh-uh

Munchin', popping on bubblegum

Yeah, I feel you on my tongue

Lick across the clip of my gun

Am I, am I in love?

Or am I off the drugs?

Your girl say I fuck like a thug

She wants kisses over blunts

Let the chains hit her face

Gunshots feel like a blade

Swerve the car make me race

Suicide's a mistake

Snipers chill with berets

Push you off the edgе

Throwing knife, like pick your fight

Pussy boy, I wanna see my bride

I feel likе Xzibit 'cause I pimp my ride

Yeah, bitch, there's one, pick up your sight

Thoughts contrived, yeah, yeah, yeah

I can never do right in your mind

It's just so hard to stay attached to this world

Live off you like matter

MP5 like scatter

Blood just leaves me staggered

Got twelve on me, won't let me be

Got gummy worms stuck in my teeth

I see her face, I'm like, "OMG"

Grapple tape on my SMG

Talk, talk, talk, but you won't beat me

Cover fire

I need a rumor

I'm just cooler

Alright IG, I had a hard workout today, but

I'll see y'all later, SuWoo