Lyrics:
cause I'm popping
Imma get a bag nigga watch this
I know they mad
I know they mad
I know they mad cause I'm poppin
Im an apex player
Fuck around and get
the odds, place the bet
Get the chicken, keep it close to me like a fuckin' pet
Roll the gas, no, I finesse, inhale and sour every breath
Smokin' things by
I show the gang and we highfivin' (gang)
(Offset, uh)
She give me face in the Wraith (face)
This semi, it shoot by the trey (grraow)
get the shit poppin', that cash fillin' up on them boxes
Bitch, now they tryin' to come stop it
For pricey exotic
Bad bitch eatin' up boxes
I'm
to hate harvest, started at a trick up it's sleave
Not fucking with the jones'es, I guess that I been jones'en so much
nothing gets noticed but the mess
We get that paper baby boy, it's easy
You want to be who? You can't be me
Shorty gave me that ass on GP
Rollin' in a G-500, or the Porsche, roof open
spaghetti jewels, machetes for y'all
Little Debbie say "I bet he do"
Big bellies to big tellies, Jim Kelly's, we flip Shelly's
It's Lils, dusted out
and that bitch drive jus like a horse
You heard what, from me, 'bout who? Please tell me who yo source,
So when i catch that nigga, boom, get shit poppin
I know it looks fun on this side
Bro on the front line
The shit I got is oversized
Mob ties I can't leave without my Jim five
When we slide
catchin a count, for the founder, hate get dismounted, I make an announcement getttin love
woke up from a nap, poppin nac capsules, used to keep it natural,
touchin' more diesel than Shaq old lady boy
You did it I done it I get I punish
The shit that I come wit'll separate a rib from a stomach
I'm the boss
I want to go slow, slow, slow
It's the only way to go
And pull by the side of the road
And watch the sky turn red and blue and purple and gold
Down
a cutie, we spoonin'
Take it back and take a look at yourself
Take the lesson, put it all in the air
Too many days gone by
Sittin' by the phone, waitin'
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
Hop up out the whip
Money come in rubber bands
Pop out like i'm vick
All my dogs wit me
Case we in the mix
You know how its sticky
When niggas poppin
Not ballot I vote for Jim Brown
I know it don't rhyme
Does it matter that he
In fact he won't find
Excuses inside
I had a play, it'll make me tardy
Money come first with anything
Bitch, get to it by any means
That's ain't my kid, Billie Jean
Spend your check,on
Loose booty
Eeny meeny miney moe
Catch a junkie by the toe
If he holler let him go
If he don't, do the loose booty
Loose booty
Skin it back
.45 acp hollows
Remember them days
On sleepy hollow
Tossin back xans an
Poppin off bottles
Now i make sure i
Get to my cargo
Tryna get her hands
All
If you want some money, comon baby work it with me
We can make some honey, flying like sweet bumblebees
By means of amphetamines, comon work it with
when the occasion is risen to by champions,
you know what I'm sayin'?
Let this speak for itself and handle me accordingly.
When you see me nigga, it
7-11.
Boy I used to think it was all about jewelry, cars and fits.
Till an O-G told me, young nigga get yo grits.
Now I get grits and sums that are
tires see my eyes wide shut
Im a prize for sluts i fuck then ties get cut
Act like you've been here before yall dudes surprised by guts
When she throw it
ball
I can't chill I got kill and a lotta calls
It's a drought I'm in route tryna cop it all
Hopin that I don't get stopped by the cops at all
Gun in da
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