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We buyin' bars out, showin' stars out
We heard there's hoes out, so we brought the cars out
Call up Tig, grab the pills 'cause we poppin' tonight
poppin', four hoppin'
Niggas coppin' real estate up in my metaverse
He think he all of that
And I know, and I know
I know you ain't with it
Pop, pop,
bitches gon' spread it for me
Chain lookin' sleepy, diamonds all embedded
Party poppin' like it's Beat Street, everybody lit
Everybody gettin' ready,
grew up in a church
These hoes poppin' Plan B's like they Percs
Said I was a deadbeat, went and bought my daughter a Birkin
Bitch, you petty
you know 'bout poppin' out and tryin' to hit they face first?
They like Smurk, "Your ass be trippin', better put your case first"
Chokin' who? I heard
throw dollars, got your bee-ya pussy poppin' like
Bee-ya, bee-ya, why you actin' like a ho? Like a ho
Bee-ya, bee-ya, why you actin' like a ho? Like
y'all chеst
She gotta move real careful, license to operate, you should see her texts
Name still poppin' up, planes, I'll pop in 'em
Y'all lil' niggas
died
Think it brought us close together, that day, we all cried
Poppin' Percs and sippin' lean, and now we all high
Turned me savage, I got
movin' like the Russians
I'm the only thing that's poppin', of course they gon' discuss 'em, woah
I never thought it would come down to this
Ridin'
Standin' in the club, poppin' bottles, sippin' Ace
Lookin' at the people, lookin' at me like I'm straight
Knowin' I've been goin' through some shit that I
Calling shots (brr)
Order up the semi's, then score on the opps (score)
Scrape up the pennies before I was poppin' (hey)
Fuck her, dismiss her, I'm that
more than fine
At the penthouse poppin' bottles of that hundred thousand dollar wine
I got the connect, met 'em through the grape vine
You know what
climate and now she ain't talkin' the same (whoa, yeah)
Five nights up, still poppin' and ragin'
In the SVR, still livin' deranged (yeah)
I want her,
for over hundreds of years
Poppin' us, fear, now it's time for us to clap back
But this time we gon' bust them the fuck back
We ain't runnin', we
you never forget
We got it poppin' like champagne
Give me my damn ring
We want it all, we the champs
Did the damn thang
We are champions
So we
blocked me
Poppin' trunk, droppin' top as I beat the bass
If you don't know what KRIT mean by now then bitch you super late
Po' another fo' up
on a poppin' and he said again
Get rhythm when you get the blues
Hey, get rhythm when you get the blues
Get a rock 'n' roll feelin' in your bones
Get taps
What's hapennin'? What's up?
If you feel like me, you're fucked up, put your cup up
I'm in the club poppin' bottles, got a girl drunk
Say the instance
baby can't be beat
Poppin' eyes and flashin' feet
Everybody's always tryin to tell me
What to do
Don't you try
Don 't you try to tell me what
six-one blockin' it
If y'all ridin' by, my nigga, we cockin' it
Poppin' on imposters, fake ass mobsters
East side niggas, ain't no stoppin' us
My recipe
poppin' that
Got it jumpin' out the heat there like who coppin' that?
New G Wagon got her braggin', put a lock on that
Niggas always hit her DM, she
the shit again
Poppin' pills for the pain but still won't feel a thing
It's deeper than this rap, I'm in the back soaking game
Cartier frames got them
tie is Lucas, my driver's crusin', my partner's ruthless
My flower's rootless, my pocket's roofless, she poppin' roofies
I'm not a student, I'm not
on now
Nigga, hit, nigga
Baby needs brand new pair of shoes
Nigga, poppin' these rims
League of Starz
It makes this shit sticky
She throw it
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