Lyrics:
сука, I be poppin bands, сука
Put yo hands, ho, Gucci lenses frames, though!
Started from the bottom on my way up
Cash on the brain when I wake up
Don’t
yo’ bitch, now she an option
Yeah, she love just how a nigga make it poppin’
Roll up with the gang, and we go’n smoke him
Tryna touch the boss and we
Already,
Know what I'm sayin' this Birdman and this how it's goin' down,
That little youngin' Yo Gotti I certified him stamped approval
[Chorus]
In the club drinkin' with all my homies
And ain't no worries tonight 'cause we poppin' off
Don't bite me, but if you wanna fight me
It ain't
I'm poppin', nah, I really pop it
Swear my gang the hottest, Paper Route, we the topic (gang)
Racks on me Ho Gotti (stuffed with them big heads)
New
vibrant
I go hard in the booth
Yeah, these bitches don't know I ride
Any song by yours truly
You gon' always catch a vibe
It's bad bitch number one and next
Aye
Turn me up
Lets get it
Lets Go
Didn't wanna watch me now that I'm poppin bitches be calling me cocky
Me and my niggas turned up in the lobby got
dawg
And I ain't letting you niggas breathe
I'm that monster in yo dreams
And I'm the reason you can't sleep
That insomnia, come from bombin' ya
By
that bag
All skin folks ain't yo kin folks , Ima leave you with this fact
Black culture Poppin' , number 1 Export
Black culture
Black culture
Already,
Know what I'm sayin' this Birdman and this how it's goin' down,
That little youngin' Yo Gotti I certified him stamped approval
to God for the runners
Whole pandemic, all I seen was snow It's like I missed the summer
Put it on my mama Yo, Gotti he a Hall of Famer drug dealer
Yo
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie
Numbers don't lie (I'm Yo Gotti)
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men
Que te pasa, you ain't even in my clasa
I'm the wrong one to fuck with
Drive-bys in the truck quick
Fuck you, suck dick, ha
You ain't got no wins in
speak w authority
Ian tryna talk if you ain’t bouta give me orally
She cappin tryna tell a nigga she don’t do dis normally
Call me big Gotti but I
Already,
Know what I'm sayin' this Birdman and this how it's goin' down,
That little youngin' Yo Gotti I certified him stamped approval
(I got it) went one chain, cost a top off
(Slatt, I got it)
Popping champagne when I cash one
(yeah, I got it)
Me and Yak Gotti rockin' cashmere
(yeah,
The Hobby
Niggas Gon Run In Yo Pocket
We Find Out You Got It
(Gimmie Dat)
Got Cocaine Like Yo Gotti
All These Bottles That's Poppin
Niggas Say They Real
But
turn up
Lets have some fun
Do yo dance
By yoself
Or with yo friends let's get it Poppin
I'm trynna get Lit Lit
Let's get it Poppin
I'm trynna get
know me, bitch
I don't know you, you know me, bitch
I don't know you, you know me, bitch
Vegetarian to the beef, bitch
Yo Gotti I do street shit
my lobby (fuck out my lobby)
Making music is one of my hobby's (one of my hobby's)
Rake this shit up, I feel like Yo Gotti (feel like Yo Gotti
lock us up, NOT
Don't they man? (Damn)
Yo girl be poppin up, you know that man
(Know that man)
She fuckin wit a playa, belied' that man
(Belied' that, G)
you ain't a soldier, then what's yo' purpose bitch?!!
[1st Verse: [Silkk The Shocker & Master P]]
[Silkk The Shocker]
See, I'm a N-O, nigga L-I
off until everybody's gone
All Star homey, keep a hell of a price
Cash money still a army and I earn my stripes
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Yo Gotti
the
Tiffany
Boy I got the buzz this year till infinity
I can fuck yo bitch
But she ain't shit to me
Tracey Baby Boy
Got this shit Poppin
Poppin
Poppin
Poppin
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