Lyrics:
Brass Pop

have your safety off,and your shit cocked Because when I come to get that ass I'll leave your whole block filled with hot brass So punk,don't make me pop

If you strippin', I ain't trippin' If it's alright with you, it's alright with me She's drop dead intelligent Her fragrance is that stripper scent Bras

of pride And ride on to Mount Zion You should be more subtle You could keep your hustle Keep your laugh and shuffle Flashing muscle, brass knuckle Bust your bubble, going pop

it again, done got under your skin We come hot like a gun pop running you jems Can none stop this thing of ours The ladies they fein' and double team in g strings and bras

1 4 Call the cops I see a robbery in progress Lunatics about to steal the show From the S T L M O 3 1 4 I'm real brass to smash with a fo'-fo' mag 'Cause

Sigel, tell me how you livin? Aiyyo, I've been kickin murder since Adidas with thick strings T.I. sweatsuits, Pumas with thick chains Four finger rings, black belts with brass

You want a bitch wit no type of flaws My gurls be shoppin' hard These hoes be buyin' cars In the club buyin' bars Nipples hard in designer bras From

block Reds flocked I'm star studded like my shamrock Off top when I drop them bras need to pop I told her don't stop man have you seen her pop? God damn

it's beef in the air and why she know If anybody do she know how we flow Miami bitches you know how we blow At any event you know how we go Nice entourage lock mints wonder bras