Syko - Brooklyn Blood Pop

POP! POP! POP! POP!
BLOOD! BLOOD! BLOOD! BLOOD! BLOOD!
POP! 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 & everything in your fiber
Uh!uhuh!uh!
Munchin’, 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 wants kisses over blunts
Let the chains hit her face
Gunshots feel like a blade
Swerve the car make me race
Suicides in my state
Snipers chill with berets
Push you off the edge