Pop,pop,pop,pop
Blood,blood,blood,blood,blood
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 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 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
Pushy boy I wanna see my bride
I feel like Xzibit' case I pimp my ride
Ya bitch, just want you to pick up your side
Thoughts contrived yeah,baby
I can never do right in your mind
It's just so hard to stay attached to this world
Cover fire
I need rumor
I'm just cooler
