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Shoreline Mafia - Pop Up Lyrics

Pop Up
Yeah, yeah, hey, hey hey hey
Shoreline Mafia man
Huh, what, what
Fenix Flexin, Fenix Flexin, ayy, Fenix Flexin, ayy
Shootin' out the Uber when we pop up
Shoreline, we the motherfuckin' mafia
I don't f*** with snakes or no imposters
Sippin' lean at Mastro's, eatin' lobster
If you ain't knowin' yet boy, we a problem
Pull up at his house and then we pop him
Ain't no peace treaty, that's no option
Ain't no peace treaty, that's no option
Money call my name, hold up, f*** the fame
Girl these not no Skatehouse, these are Alexander Wangs
Baby girl you cute but I can't trust you with my name
Baby girl I'm cool, I got a pill for everything
Pour up my bro, this syrup wash away the pain
Codeine in my liver, I got xannies in my brain
Swear this bitch look stupid but she givin' up the brain
Pass it to my woe, he pass the blunt, yes we hit strange
Famous in my city ni***, you can keep the fame
Girl you lookin' shitty, think your weave could use a change
Boy you lookin' broke, I think you could use some change
Neck it lookin' lonely, I think I could use some chains
Pocket lookin' swollen 'cause you know I keep the bang
Salty 'cause your bitch on Twitter lookin' up my name
Damn your ni*** lame, girl you cute, that's a shame
I do magic with the dope like my name was David Blaine, yeah
Shootin' out the Uber when we pop up
Shoreline, we the motherfuckin' mafia
I don't f*** with snakes or no imposters
Sippin' lean at Mastro's, eatin' lobster
If you ain't knowin' yet boy, we a problem
Pull up at his house and then we pop him
Ain't no peace treaty, that's no option
Ain't no peace treaty, that's no option
On the phone, I'm taking orders while a ni*** half asleep
Told my baby weigh it out, make sure she do it accurately
Bushin' down your baby hairs while I'm bustin' down a P
If I tell her bust it open she gon' bust it wide for me
Get the boats, get it sold, I'm the best, she the GOAT
My lil baby keep me float, she gon' lie up under oath
All my weapons she gon' tote, Alexander Wang her coat
Man we flier than the most, save the xan, can't make a toast, yeah
My lil baby doin' numbers, she don't need a money counter
My lil bitch she damn near sexual, well I'm so glad that I found her
She gon' count the cake up, let her do her make up
And she not fuckin' on niggas if we go and break up
Real bitch, real thick, real ni***, real clique
Real poles, real sticks, real dope, real bricks
Real pour, real sick, real bitch, real thick
Real ni*** f*** with bitch, real ni*** know the biz, ayy
Shootin' out the Uber when we pop up
Shoreline, we the motherfuckin' mafia
I don't f*** with snakes or no imposters
Sippin' lean at Mastro's, eatin' lobster
If you ain't knowin' yet boy, we a problem
Pull up at his house and then we pop him
Ain't no peace treaty, that's no option
Ain't no peace treaty, that's no option