LYRICS: 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 Pop your skull and your tires I want your feeling and everything in your fiber Uh, uh, uh, uh And I'm popping 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 want 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 of the edge Throwing knife, like, pick your fight Pussy boy, I wanna see my bride I feel like Xzibit 'cause I pimp my ride Yeah, bitch, just want you