Pop 4 HEC versuri

Pop 4 HEC lyrics by Lul Tys

Intro
(Khoma too nasty)
Aye, aye, Long Live Hector, aye aye
Said we gon’ go and pop for Hec’ aye

Verse
Said ever since that I was 12 hopped off the porch, and I start popping out
Remember when they laughed because I rapped, but now I’m popping now
I hit the county, I ain’t turning down shit, I’ma sock ‘em out
Whats up with everybody hit the cell and then start dropping out?
Anybody speakin’ on me that say I’m lying like these fucking rats
I still be out here sliding, yeah I’m right here where the fun is at
Nobody tryna find me, if they is, there’s no coming back
Bitch, free my brother Scheme, yeah fuck the Judge and get my gunner back
I still be in my city when it’s funky in my section
Want to see who got more shots? well tell them niggas come and test it
Bet this .40 let this stick go, FMJ gon’ hit your denim
Hollow tips, about about a milli’ (scary sight, but they gon’ bless ‘em)
I-I-I ain’t never had no put on, did this shit all by myself
Whipping Foreigns at 18, my parents never gave me help
Yeah I was broke and on my dick, I hit them licks to go get well
We flippin’ packs, we doing scams, we do whatever for that wealth
A lot of bitches on my dick because they see I’m coming up
Lil baby talking ‘bout a bag, well then let’s see, let’s run it up
You know it’s money on the floor, get on yo’ knees and pick it up
Yeah i can teach you hustle, I can’t teach you love
I gotta put on for my section, I ain’t ever going out
I’m from the North where it get hot, I still be sliding through the South
Yeah we don’t ever see suckas, they be hiding in the house
Yeah they be lying in they raps, yeah they be rhyming for the clout
I spent a band up on this Glock, you really think I’m not gon’ use it
I ain’t buy it for no pics, I swear to god these niggas goofy
If you die and have it on you, it’s gon’ have you looking stupid
Seen that footage, that boy ran and he ain’t even get to shooting
F-Fuck yo dead brother, ya’ll niggas can go and pick him up
Yeah i ain’t saying „no remorse” I hope that fully ate ‘em up
This ain’t no diss, but when this shit get up, then it get up
Yeah fuck a song, I’m on probation, I’m still sliding, fuck the Judge
And we go sliding when it’s time, and we gon’ go and make a message
33, I be with gators, we gon’ go and pop 4 Hec’
Let off this milli’ watch him run and let them hollows burn his chest
100 shots, gon’ do some damage, it ain’t need to have a vest
100 shots, lil baby aye, it’s like a drum and it won’t stop
We like the army in this whip, ‘cause we gon’ slide with hella shots
.236, a 50 drums, 100 shots, go add it up
They took my brother we take theirs, and once we do we laugh it up
Yo fuck the suckas, I hope that all they brothers rest in piss
And anybody who want problems over them can meet this stick
Ain’t fighting nothing, that nigga took my brother let’s take his
And when it’s funky I’ll be sliding, I won’t ever hide from shit

Outro