Video Popthatrunk de 1nonly 2025 Rap Lyrics

1nonly - Popthatrunk Lyrics

Bubble bath, and grip my 44 up off the dresser
Now I'm finna go up on a fuckin' spree— a fuckin' spree (dwilly I'm scared)
Bubble bath, and grip my 44 up off the dresser
Now I'm finna go up on a fuckin' spree-spree-spree-spree
Ayy, ayy, I might shoot it, get the 44 and pop tha' trunk
Like what the fuck? These bitches goofy, do the most, but fuck it, but fuck it
Runnin', poppin', 'cause I know he wanna try to do shit
Pistol got it, watch it stoppin' bullets, . 30 keep it in (ayy), can't stop
I cannot leave a trace, but I think I gotta go
Spillin' blood, it's a race and I'm always needin' more
Homicide on my mind, why you think you 'bout to die?
See the freddie in your room and you're 'bout to meet the doom
Pop it, pop it, rock it, suck it
Walk his thirty bullets knock I've got it
Pop it, rock it, shuck it, hundred bands up in my wallet
He be talkin', talkin', talkin', take the money from his pockets
Pistol got it, watch it, stop it, watch it, watch it where you walkin', little bitch
I don't wanna fuck, I don't wanna fuck sticks
Pop it out tha' truck, pop it out tha' truck kiss
Own this 44, I bring the magazine
The paper coming up, the blue and green is what you lackin'
I-I might shoot it, get the 44 and pop tha' trunk
Like what the fuck? These bitches goofy, do the most, but fuck it, but fuck it
Runnin', poppin', 'cause I know he wanna try to do shit
Pistol got it, watch it stoppin' bullets, 30 keep it in (ayy), can't stop
I cannot leave a trace, but I think I gotta go
Spillin' blood, it's a race and I'm always needin' more
Homicide on my mind, why you think you 'bout to die?
See the freddie in your room and you're 'bout to meet the doom
R-rock steady, Glock heavy, I just wanna get it goin'
Speedin' down, now get a grip
Where's my gun? It's on my hip
Off the rip, I just wanna break it down and make it flip
On your block, I'm about to pop it off and make you flop
G-get it off the get-go, I need more money, oh no
I rob the plug and do the dash and hit the gas and almost crash
They never see me coming, I just took 'em by surprise
Little did he even know, he's about to meet demise
Ayy, I might shoot it, get the 44 and pop tha' trunk
Like what the fuck? These bitches goofy, do the most, but fuck it, but fuck it
Runnin', poppin', 'cause I know he wanna try to do shit
Pistol got it, watch it stoppin' bullets, 30 keep it in (ayy), can't stop
I cannot leave a trace, but I think I gotta go
Spillin' blood, it's a race and I'm always needin' more
Homicide on my mind, why you think you 'bout to die?
See the freddie in your room and you're 'bout to meet the doom
Pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it, now I'm
Pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop, spree
Pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it, now I'm
Pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop, spree-spree