POPPIN $hIT Lyrics

Ayy, Nils, we got it

I been rollin' up, this paper dope, it got me way too geeked

Wake up early, morning high as fuck, can't feel my feet

Listen, lil' nigga, go get some money, don't be a leech

All this smoke up in my head, I clear my mind so I can think

Brand new whip, done fish tail off the lot I'm out my seat

Learn to talk a lot less and go up, I make em see Lifestyle be so toxic, yeah, I'm hardly findin peace

Don't compare me with what you made in a year I made it in a week

Me and all my dawgs get money, we all gotta eat

You talkin' all that rah-rah, but in person won't hear a peep

It's profit over everything, the only thing I need

I won't stop until they gone, wipe em down all deceased

Fuck this bitch so good, treat her throat, now she a fan

Poppin' all that dog shit in your face just cause we can

I'm a real stand-up nigga, but I would never take a stand

Damn, I knew that bitch was trippin' when she fuck around brought her friend

Young nigga from Zone 6, I been thuggin with my plans

Smokin' too much dope, I'm gettin' too high i cannot land

Lock me up in Rice street, I made my bail, I'm out that jam

Stand up on that business, don't give a fuck if he yo mans

Get caught with a rat, we gon' step just like a band

You should be ashamed, bitch, you flexin with a band

She eat this dick of good, yeah, she know that I'm the man

You know I don't do no frontin', you know I ain't playin'

I been rollin' up, this paper dope, it got me way too geeked

Wake up early, morning high as fuck, can't feel my feet

Listen, lil' nigga, go get some money, don't be a leech

All this smoke up in my head, I clear my mind so I can think

Brand new whip, done fish tail off the lot

I'm out my seat

Learn to talk a lot less and go up, I make

Em see

Lifestyle be so toxic, yeah, I'm hardly findin peace

Don't compare me with what you made in a year I made it in a week