TURNED POPPA Lyrics

Marquise Infinity

Another day, another dollar, my chain dance like Sada

He was sittin' on his bag too long

And turned poppa, could fuck my man's baby mama

But that ain't the bag I'm in, she here for lil' cuz

But eying me, I'm tryna smash her friend

He ran through that lil' five, I gave em im finna bag him ten

A angry bird text me, fuck you, and I texted her when

I got some brothers from another, but Amiri, nigga, that's my twin

They thought I let the chop off on him, it was the F&N

For some reason, the whole room get quiet

When I'm steppin' in, they never say shit

I don't know, keep me guessin' then

Why rap about dope and don't sell it, man, who set that trend

It's hard to find good dog like this, that's why they call me Bin

One man army with the bag, don't need a Taliban

Told myself I wasn't gon' fuck a lot of hoes, I end up fuckin' again

Them same hoes still on my dick, now go an fuck my man's

Some hoes be a distraction when you out here tryna touch them bands

Smokin' Texas tea, got this shit from G

Here you go, but you get caught, you ain't get this shit from me

I used to take the 840, just to get to the V

I used a one, I used a two, shit, I even used a three

Another day, another dollar, my chain dance like SADA

He was sittin' on his bag too long

And turned poppa, could fuck my man's baby mama

But that ain't the bag I'm in, she here for lil' cuz

But eying me, I'm tryna smash her friend

He ran through that lil' five, I gave em im finna bag em ten

A angry bird text me, fuck you, and I texted her when

I got some brothers from another, but Amiri, nigga, that's my twin

They thought I let the chop off on him, it was the F&N

Been fuckin' off on lean, I'm comin' clean

The new 9 I got came, equipped with a beam

Had to toss the cilo a extra gram, he came with a fiend

Got a fat club named Joe, he do the dog and then he lean

Got a tweak named Charlie Sheen, he love the cream

I get it on my own, but it ain't no i in team

I'll buy a bitch a bust down before I buy a ring

Niggas out here callin' wires, buffs them two different things

I don't get a rap check, gotta move different things

I talk about the road to rappers and they mood start to change

Niggas mad over hoes, that's what you do when you lame

I put a one on them bitches and watch it groove in they veins

Another day, another dollar, my chain dance like SADA

He was sittin' on his bag too long

An turned poppa can fuck my man's baby mama

But that ain't the bag I'm in, she here for lil' cuz

But eyeing me, I'm tryna smash her friend

He ran through that lil' five, I gave him I'm finna bag him ten

A angry bird text me, fuck you, and I texted her when

I got some brothers from another, but Amiri, nigga, that's my twin

They thought I let the chop off on him, it was the F&N