212 Recording - Plop! Plop! lyrics

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212 Recording - Plop! Plop! lyrics

Hook Plop, plop, fizz, fizz Oh, what a relief it is! Plop, plop, fizz, fizz Oh, what a relief it is! Plop, plop, fizz, fizz Oh, what a relief it is! Plop, plop, fizz, fizz Oh, what a relief it is! Verse 1 Yo, this for all my pill poppers White boys that be tryna k** coppers Ill doctors, prescribe everything that you need See, we still copping, sh**, they wanna know what the secret is Pop yourself three Xanax bars Oh, what a relief it is! Don't ask me why I pop ‘Cause I am popular, it is possible My mamma disagree, she say I'm so irresponsible I think it's comical, combinations attract me Distract me from my withdrawals They always seem to attack me So back into the cycle I go, purchase my prescription Don't believe in the lie, so I don't follow religion I just follow addiction Lately, I don't know who Jesus is Pop myself another bar, oh, what a relief it is! Hook Verse 2 Go on, slip me two Xanax bars I'm ready to get fool Fifth of crown and pills dissolve inside Then I sip it down, simple yet profound My instrumental is loud, my feet are planted on pavement My head is way in the cloud I'm smoking on a pound in this b**h, she like Moscato I see dollar signs in both her eyes, I hit the lotto I hope her heart is hollow like mine Know what the secret is? Pop yourself a bean or two Oh, what a relief it is! I'm back inside this b**h like I've never been gone And all of my clientele just hit my phone for the medicine Heaven sent, eyes go rolling because I'm pedaling And when I speak on E pills I ain't talking Excederin Excellent, something take me over like it's the Exorcist I'mma need a piece, a priest and a couple receptionists Looking like they got the biggest breasts, I mean this sh** Pop myself another bean, oh, what a relief it is! Hook Verse 3 I don't got thought I just pop until the bottle missin My vision start to distort I'm violating tradition, hydrating my deception Reconstructing my prison, sober enough to drive Well to me that just ain't living This like give or take, give or take 12 a piece, give me a break, I said I was buying a fifty pack As long as this sh** you give me ain't fake, homie ‘Cause that's when you find out where the reaper lives Took a sample out the script Oh, what a relief it is! Look, I'm zone, far away from home All these demons, the Devil all in my face I wonder if they believe it, wonder if they could see it As vivid as I And if you take my soul, well then do my addictions survive? ‘Cause all I see is dilated eyes Lost my inspiration, my money start to divide I can't hold on information but these are the implications I learned that sh** from my aunty Take yourself too many pills, end up like a zombie