Lyrics:
Reporting live from Memphis, where crime is at an all-time high
It has been an absolutely terrifying season of violence
(Dee, you poppin' your
seven or six trey
Once y doce, trece, express way
We like to tip out, dip out with the clika
Then stop by Eddie's to get the liquor (ey)
I got it now,
Because he know he ain't goin' pro (hey, it's a standard that you left the house)
He left on a full scholarship to go to school and get a degree
Because
a lil’-short-fine-bitch-gizzle boy!
That mean knifin' yo bitch, and
That mean poppin’ yo bitch, i!
Still get them big Nicks from Wal
Nigga you could that X from Slice
And he off
ho-in', these bitches love money, get with it
So I put 'em on, all of 'em grown, they get dope
And all you need to do is just give 'em a lil' coke
So I
make it rain, I make it rain
I make it rain on them hos
Mami's body is bangin', man
She got it, man, she does it all
She gets it poppin' with no hands
guarantee I’ll pop ya
Oh you don’t got no stick?
I got these hands, guarantee I’ll sock ya
Baby tell me is you down to ride
I get it poppin’ like hammer
is my blood..
We go through the pain together.. by any means
Poppin it hot at whoever.. or so it seems
Niggas that getting hot.. not this hot nigga
and never stop
Better get yourself together, let's rock, hit it run!
I, was, straight from the start performin' art
Climbin' up the chart while others fall
Stoo
Haan, ay (Stoopid)
Uptown boys, nothin' live-er
Get the bag then I wiggle like Wilder
All the lil' things stop big things
My lil' chain
Bitch, you petty
Bitch, I'm petty too, uh, uh (bitch, let's get it)
Bitch, you petty
Bitch, I'm petty too, uh, uh (bitch, let's get it)
Bitch, you
on a carpet
Pole in the back seat and I get fly like Aladdin
Now the crib large, livin' large, I've been a star before
They called me Lil' Arty and now these
They gave lil' Trotty 25 for them thangs, nigga
They walk up on you, get down and say your prayers, nigga
They walk up on you, get down and say
time, show you how
To do the G-slide, let me show you how
To G-slide let's Go!
Lil' Mama get it poppin' puttin' work
G-slide for me (Hey)
G-slide with
heartless, more life hold my wrist up
She rob me for my love, I feel like this a stick-up (freeze)
Yeah, it's Lil Uzi from the sixteen
Grade-A bank account,
Niggas gettin' shot tryna find the Lord
This bust down Rollie say the time is yours
I get my grindin' on
Like rude girl in the reggae, it was mayday
perfect)
Whew, child (uh-uh)
She was suckin' my dick like wow (uh-uh)
Bein' broke never was in style (uh-uh)
Lil' boy, go get your ass a job right now
This that heartfelt shit
This that heartfelt
This that heartfelt shit
This that stay rock solid when life get hard, lil' bitch
All my niggas
called fo', if I ain't hit that ass
I'm Snoopy D-O-Dubb, I get it poppin' 'cause
And when I'm in the buildin', they get to poppin' up
They get
Hopin' that it don't get shut
By these police makin' raids on those of us who know what's up
My lil' uzi weighs a ton, man, I truly ain't the one
My
(Coke boy baby)
(Money bag)
Shawty bust it open then I bust her back
Niggas talkin' but we talkin' cash
Poppin' bottles then we poppin' tags
Tre-Eight Snub it, and don't think nuttin' of it
It's the way of the wolves, it's how they train us to move
Get it poppin' when we shoppin' niggas hold down
On some real talk like
It's like lookin' and poppin' and seein' whoppers and movers
Despite a Guidant, I try to be hard on the low
Nobody's guidance, so I
ch-ch-ch-ch-chopper
Sister, brother, son, daughter, father, motherfuck a copper
Got the Maserati dancin' on the bridge, pussy poppin'
Tell the coppers, "Ha-ha-ha-ha"
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