Poppin
BigWalkDog, Gucci Mane
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1017 (bah) BigWalkDog BigWalkDog Big 1017 (ayy) Hey (Pablo, you crazy for this one, haha), hey Hey, hey When you poppin', every time you move, you gotta move with a rocket (uh) Lookin' at this drip, you see a pool in the faucet (grr) Za hit the mail, come straight from the tropic Got a coconut smell, but it hit like we boxin' (yeah) She only ate the dick, but she still say it toxic She know I got racks, so she do it more sloppy Off a Percocet, I can't feel my body But she ain't gettin' shit outta none of these pockets (nope) Nah, she ain't gettin' shit outta none of these wallets Broke down a boat just to smoke, yeah the hibachi I ain't even need me a plug, I'm the whole damn socket Came in, down-down, all these opps roadblockin' Sippin' on Wocky, pop me a Roxie, know they gon' watch me Built for this shit, nigga, how they gon' stop me? I was just loadin' up shit on the dolly I feel like fly, I don't need nobody Big dawg, I'm for real, I don't need co-signin' (skrrt) I'll get me 'Cat or a scat, no mileage (skrrt) In the city where I'm from, we ain't have no God Nigga play with who? Nigga play with Wop, know they dyin' Might just go to war from get a .20, make it shine I ain't never had shit, not a motherfuckin' dime Wop got me out the trenches, had murder on my mind (Wop) And the plug just called, said thirty on the line (uh) Need a pill up in the East and need a pill up in the West He ain't grab a two, then it's on to the next Thirteen, with my daddy, watchin' niggas get finessed On the first and the third, gettin' everybody checked Make 'em block the wood again, gettin' everybody stretched I done made it out, I made you f*ck-nigga neck Don't know what I want, new jacket for Patek (flip) When you poppin', every time you move, you gotta move with a rocket Lookin' at this drip, you see a pool in the faucet Za hit the mail, come straight from the tropic Got a coconut smell, but it hit like we boxin' She only ate the dick, but she still say it toxic She know I got racks, so she do it more sloppy Off a Percocet, I can't feel my body But she ain't gettin' shit outta none of these pockets Every time you move, you gotta move with a rocket Lookin' at this drip, you see a pool in the faucet (bling) Za hit the mail, come straight from the tropic (yeah) Got a coconut smell, but it hit like we boxin' She only ate the dick, but she still say it toxic She know I got racks, so she do it more sloppy (it's Gucci) Off a Percocet, I can't feel my body But she ain't gettin' shit outta none of these pockets (ha) Can't nobody pop shit the way I pop it Million-dollar watch on my wrist, no cappin' (bling) Say he got money, where it went? What happened? Sign with Gucci Mane, get rich, go platinum (go, go) I know the feds watchin', but 12 can't stop it The bills came in, I pulled up, go shoppin' Pull up in a Dawn and the top still droppin' (The Dawn) They let me outta jail and the price still hoppin' (Wop) Cartel mailbox money, so dirty you could smell my money (ah) I'm a crook 'bout money, if you owe me better pay my money So rich that I weigh my money and I look like money And I don't really need new friends So please stop callin' me "twin," I'ma say that shit again (stop callin' me twin) You ain't never killed no man So you could never fit in my skin, it's Big Gucci Mane (it's Gucci) Every time you move, you gotta move with a rocket (ha) Lookin' at this drip, you see a pool in the faucet Za hit the mail, come straight from the tropic Got a coconut smell, but it hit like we boxin' She only ate the dick, but she still say it toxic She know I got racks, so she do it more sloppy Off a Percocet, I can't feel my body But she ain't gettin' shit outta none of these pockets Same young nigga still post on a trick On a plane with an opp, 'bout to go off in this shit I don't even like flyin', can't move with a stick Call my junkie out the junker, he gon' pull up with the stick On the phone with him now, he gon' pull up by six Talkin' 'bout tappin' in, I ain't tappin' in shit You ain't tap in with me before a nigga rich My homie poppin' Percocet, Doc said he had 'rette Smokin' Wedding Cake, ain't nobody married in this bitch From the street, now a nigga really married to this shit I was broke than a bitch, now I'm havin' all the strip Need blue cheese, sellin' it, now add it to the mix Went for noodle with the crack stick, add it on the list Got a Glock 17, nothin' added but a switch Got this shit up out the mud, wouldn't hand it to a nigga 'Fore they label me a rat they gon' label me a killer
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Written by: Dajour Jamal Walker, Donovan Hardie, Harry Ismail Alexander Hadrian Potter, Radric Delantic Davis
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