Poppin For Life Lyrics

Big enough to make it jump over seas

I'm four hundred degrees

Keep it hot like the shit in ya pipe

Riding with a chick with colorful weave

Let it blow in the breeze

Crack a window we gon let in some light

Got a couple homies used to be foes

Flipped the script and now we get to the doe

Man you already know real players get chose

We got hundreds to blow everybody should know

I'll be popping for life

Woke up and thanked the lord I was breathing

Had to call up my heathens

Packing paper full of power who chiefin'

Put some pep in yo step if i'm beeping

I'll leave you in tire smoke and pop my collar like my name Earl Stevens

From the middle where its fonk for no reason

Broad day if they beefin

Catch a body it's too late for a meeting

When you was pissing in yo pants I was eating I'll still give you a beating

See it's a difference between old and seasoned

And I ain't never exercised hate

I show love to everybody all I do is motivate wait

Before you flex you gotta know yo weight

Cuz shit get heavy ain't no scraping up the milk after you drop the crate

He think he going but I'm going harder

I made a living out of lining fools up shout out to Marks my barber

Circle small but I'm getting larger

And you ain't worried bout no shine or no playing time when you a starter

Big enough to make it jump over seas

I'm four hundred degrees

Keep it hot like the shit in ya pipe

Riding with a chick with colorful weave

Let it blow in the breeze

Crack a window we gon let in some light

Got a couple homies used to be foes

Flipped the script and now we get to the doe

Man you already know real players get chose

We got hundreds to blow everybody should know

I'll be popping for life

Look While you was chasing after sluts

I was focused on my bucks

Trana bubble like peroxide on yo cuts

Might give yo ass some game but never trust

Cuz I done seen too much

Same one that kill you come to view you in yo tux

Whoo it's a dirty game

My chick twisting up a plane while i'm swerving lanes

It's Bizzwho if you ain't heard the name

This for the homies with a nine to five and homies out here moving thangs

Look this for the girls who keep they lashes Popping

The ones who got handed the ball but never dropped it

Dealing with deadbeat daddies who out of pocket

So so what if you gotta go pop it for profit

Make it shake you need steak on yo plate

Lil homie can't eat no books you gotta get the cake

Seeing clearer been cutting people off and making space

If it's round me it's nonfiction I don't do the fake yea

Big enough to make it jump over seas

I'm four hundred degrees

Keep it hot like the shit in ya pipe

Riding with a chick with colorful weave

Let it blow in the breeze

Crack a window we gon let in some light

Got a couple homies used to be foes

Flipped the script and now we get to the doe

Man you already know real players get chose

We got hundreds to blow everybody should know

I'll be popping for life

I used to be the youngin off in the stands

But now I got'em waving they hands promotes throwing me bands

As a kid I had this shit in the plans

I was young and advanced

I'm still a specialist at making you dance

I survived shit you couldn't imagine

Turn the tables now they bummy i'm having

Never lacking what's happening

Haters use to giggle when I was rappin

Fast forward I'm the one that they slappin

Boy I get it cracking

Big enough to make it jump over seas

I'm four hundred degrees

Keep it hot like the shit in ya pipe

Riding with a chick with colorful weave

Let it blow in the breeze

Crack a window we gon let in some light

Got a couple homies used to be foes

Flipped the script and now we get to the doe

Man you already know real players get chose

We got hundreds to blow everybody should know

I'll be popping for life