Caskey - Plop Plop lyrics

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Plop, plop, juice, juice,

Oh, what a relief it is!

Plop, plop, juice, juice,

Oh, what a relief it is!

Plop, plop, juice, juice,

Oh, what a relief it is!

Plop, plop, juice, juice,

Oh, what a relief it is!

Yo, this for all my pill poppers

White boys that be tryina kill coppers

Ill doctors, prescribe everything that you need

See, we still copping, shit, 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, yeah, it is possible

My mamma disagree, she say I’m so irresponsible

I think it’s comical, combinations attract me

Distract me from our draws

They always seem to attack me

So back into the cycle I go, purchase my persicion

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!

Plop, plop, juice, juice,

Oh, what a relief it is!

Plop, plop, juice, juice,

Oh, what a relief it is!

Plop, plop, juice, juice,

Oh, what a relief it is!

Plop, plop, juice, juice,

Oh, what a relief it is!

Go on, flip 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 out, my feet are planted on pavement

My head is way in the cloud

I’m smoking on a pound in this bitch, 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 bitch like I’ve never been gone

And all of my clientele just hit my phone for them medicine

Heavy scene, eyes go rolling because I’m pedaling

And when I speak on E pills I ain’t talking Excedrin

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 shit

Pop myself another been, oh, what a relief it is!

Plop, plop, juice, juice,

Oh, what a relief it is!

Plop, plop, juice, juice,

Oh, what a relief it is!

Plop, plop, juice, juice,

Oh, what a relief it is!

Plop, plop, juice, juice,

Oh, what a relief it is!

I don’t got down

I just pop until the missin

My vision start to distort

I’m violating tradition, high rating 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 apiece, give me a break, I said I was buying a fifty pack

As long as this shit 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 out 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 out information but these are the implications

I learned that shit from my aunty

Take yourself too many pills, end up like a zombie

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