Poppin it Lyrics

Wake up get money and pray Gustavo

Make sure you hear this every day

Broke niggas don't even know what that is

Yea

Thought he was that nigga

Til them niggas did him bad

Thought I called her ass a Uber

But I put her inda cab

New Track hawk shit soundin' like a lion

Don't be callin' up my phone for a price if you ain't buying'

Ima keep my head low cus too many niggas dyin

Better keep ya head low for them bullets get to flyin

Bitch I never took you serious so why the fuck you cryin?

Hut one hut two ima soldier get it done

I ain't tryna have no fun if it ain't getting me no funds

Want a couple loafs of bread

Niggas satisfied with crumbs

I ran me up a bag niggas beggin like a bum

I been smokin' too much weed it's hard to breathe from out my lung

And when you suckin' dick bitch don't forget the tongue

And when I hit it from the back bitch you better not run

I be swimmin' in that pussy man I swear I'm goin' dumb

Bro just bought a 40 but he lookin' for another gun

Pop a nigga like some gum nigga

You can't pop that shit to me cause I done did that

Hit it from the back pull her hair out where the wig at

Nigga think he tough got finessed and he ain't get back

Why you ask if it's a 35? You see the shit packed

Cops tryna trail got me nervous cause a nigga black

Nah cause a nigga trap brodie might've brung his strap

Ever since I made a couple bands don't know how to act

Nigga tried to shoot through it was jammed but it wasn't racked

I done did the most shit

I wasn't even old enough

Ask me if I give a fuck

All she get is shoulder shrugs

She aight but she lookin' sexy when I'm off the drugs

I might hit her for the night regret it when I'm comin' down

What happened to walk-ups? All them niggas runnin' down

They might send a hot one tryna say you run a town

Nigga try and take me out

Bro said he gon' gun him down

Money money money money money man I love the sound

I love the sound