Pistol popping now
I aren't dropping out I aren't dropping out I aren't dropping out
Lost in the cloud
I'm a get him out
What they talk about
Fuck what they about
What he is talking now I'm a walk him out
Fuck what he about is he talking about I aren't walking out
Can't fuck with the past I got to last
I'm a get him know that I'm a walk him now
Gotta get a cast I be on his ass
I was on the roof You was in the studio
Pistol pop him now
I'm not dropping now
what you are rocking now
I'm not stopping now
Costly be a few
Lost me bet he knew
Reapers in the room
Lost me bet he knew
Pastor yea I do
bet that he won't move
best to get a room
hellcat it goes vroom
Sweep him need a broom
Dusty is it noon
pistol pop him now
I'm not dropping now
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Author:
Ja'Quan Shepard (
Offline) - Published: November 26th, 2025 01:22
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Comments1
This poem has the ring of gangster rap to it. It seems to be talking about offing someone. Well done
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