Lyrics:
phone
She liked her IG on my Samsung
Bi-coastal, not local
We highkey poppin' fo' sho', though
We get around like a circle
Or probably should I say
that
'Cause when I finish poppin ain't nobody answerin' back
Ayo fuck y'all niggas (ay, fuck you too)
Ayo, fuck y'all niggas (man, fuck you too)
the clothing line poppin' and the wigs is next
When I fly you know G5 is the jet
I'm the motherfuckin' Queen, 'lizabeth
Meetings with the president of every
endorsements, we absorb your portions
We can roll the indo or sativa if you need to
We just got a warehouse poppin' gabeesh, she's a heater
Two on the lighter,
measure my good
Just think it could've been worse, I could be dead in the hood
Instead I'm out here with Swift, poppin' bottles and shit
Tell me how we
ten middle fingers
I'm sippin', sippin' in this bitch and poppin' uppers
Girl, take this, this that shit that give a flower color
And some bitch
Count the cash while my lil' bitch bounce her ass (bounce that ass)
Richard Mille cost one-fifty, that's your stash (that's your stash)
Poppin' shit
to take her shoppin'
My credit card done got it poppin'
I put that pussy in my pocket
Cartier bracelet and locket
We like to film it, then we watch it
to walk
Now it's too many cars, they say I live in a bubble
But I make it the point, we poppin' all through the Summer
Got pilots and gunners, receivers,
avoid it
'Cause they'll get to poppin' out of place like they double jointed
Goals was the top of the pyramid in this shitty world
"I gotta get
that's what I was born fo' (uh-huh)
Hundred bands
Yeah, some more, some more is all I know, man
You know what I mean?
Big, big shit poppin' for
ain't been the same since they crossed me
You know how they do when you poppin'
You know Baby can't do all that talkin'
I got fools tryna sue up in
Yea... Fresh
Late hours
I promise ya
Ocean city view sky line
Straight view bird nest bitch
Big money poppin you understand
Talkin and smokin
money, yeah I'm tryin' get this cream
Not a lot know what I mean, for this rap shit I'm a fiend
Not one to talk about poppin' pills and sippin' lean
tweakin'
Sporadic pill-poppin' of OxyContin
Ill-gotten sexual intercourse make shorty wop feel rotten
The travesty-tapestry of microphone mastery has been
is fuckin' crazy
Poppin' like Jay-Z
Dirty Dancin' on the game like Swayze
I'm one of the illest and bitch I've been ready to kill it, it's so
Shouldn't be no traffic on this time on Saturday
I just left a lituation poppin' by the Highline
Walked in on a list, fuck a go sign
Make sure that you're
I want you to ride me just like a roller coaster
She poppin' that rocket, I cop the holy ghost
I'm Tony Montana with these Louis loafers
She turn
about it
All that pain, I'm poppin' molly like a antibiotic
I can't help that I'm a zombie, I can't heal my heartache
I pop pills 'til I can't feel
I can't lie (Mondo on the beat, what's poppin'?), yeah, yeah
Mondo, okay, shit
We do this shit right quick, real quick, it don't take all day to do
ball
Spinnin' 'round on my porch
(We'll be poppin' off tops in the hot tub truck bed, make a few waves, that's enough said)
Gonna get buck wild
Get
Hanging with women that's loving them drugs
Neighborhood call me the plug of the plug
Poppin' a pill and then jump in the tub
We buy out the bar, we buy
no stoppin' us, the suckas wishin' we would go away
so they can flood the game with that garbage
I'm poppin 'em, stoppin 'em, any day they wanna get
We poppin like champagne bottles but we never shook
And we gone be alright if we put Drake on every hook
They can't help it
And I can't blame em'
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