Poppin

歌詞

1017 Poppin' BigWalkDog BigWalkDog Big 1017 Ayy Hey, hey Hey, hey When you poppin’ Every time you move, you gotta move with a rocket Uh Lookin' at the jewel, you see a pool and a faucet Grr Designer hit the mail, come straight from the tropic Got a coconut smell, but it hit like we boxin' Yeah She only ate the dick, but she still sayin’ toxic She know I got racks, so she do it more sloppy Off a Percocet, I can't feel my body But she ain't gettin' shit outta none of these pockets Nope Nah, she ain't gettin' shit outta none of these wallets Broke down a 'bow just to smoke at Hibachi I ain't need me a plug, I’m the whole damn socket Came, nailed down a opp, come on, he roadblockin’ Sippin' on Wocky, pop me a Roxy, know they gon’ watch me Built for this shit, nigga, how they gon' stop me? I was just loadin' up shit on the dolly I feel like fly, I don't need nobody Big dawg, I’m for real, I don't need co-signin' Might go get me 'Cat or a Scat, no mileage Skrrt In the city where I'm from, we ain't have no God Nigga play with who? Nigga play with Wop, know they dyin' Might just go to Wafi, get a twenty, make it shine I ain't never had shit, not a motherfuckin' dime Wop got me out the trenches, had murder on my mind Wop And the plug just called, said thirty on the line Uh Need a P up in the east and need a P up in the west He ain't grabbin' two, then it's on to the next Thirteen with my daddy, watchin' niggas get finessed On the first and the third gettin' everybody checked Make a block, do it again, gettin' everybody stretched I done made it out, so I'm at you fuck nigga neck Don't know what I want, new Jacob or Patek, flex When you poppin' Every time you move, you gotta move with a rocket Uh Lookin' at the jewel, you see a pool and a faucet Designer hit the mail, come straight from the tropic Got a coconut smell, but it hit like we boxin' Yeah She only ate the dick, but she still sayin' toxic Ugh Know I got racks, so she do it more sloppy Off a Percocet, I can't feel my body But she ain't gettin' shit outta none of these pockets Nope Every time you move, you gotta move with a rocket Blaow Lookin' at the jewel, you see a pool and a faucet Bling Designer hit the mail, come straight from the tropic Yeah Got a coconut smell, but it hit like we boxin' Shh She only ate the dick, but she still sayin' toxic She know I got racks, so she do it more sloppy It's Gucci Off a Percocet, I can't feel my body But she ain't gettin' shit outta none of these pockets Ha Can't nobody pop shit the way I pop it Ha Million dollar watch on my wrist, no cappin' Bling Say he got money, where it went, what happened? Wah Sign with Gucci Mane, get rich, go Platinum Go, go I know the feds watchin', but 12 can't stop it Stoppin' The bales came in, I pulled up, went shoppin' Pulled up Pull up in a Dawn and the top start droppin' The Dawn They let me outta jail and the price start hoppin' 'Wop Cartel mailbox money so dirty you could smell my money Ah I'm equipped by money, if you owe me, better pay my money So rich that I weigh my money and I look like money And I don't really need new friends So please stop callin' me twin, I'ma say that shit again You ain't never killed no man So you could never fit in my skin, it's Big Gucci Mane It's Gucci Every time you move, you gotta move with a rocket Ha Lookin' at the jewel, you see a pool and a faucet Designer hit the mail, come straight from the tropic Got a coconut smell, but it hit like we boxin' She only ate the dick, but she still sayin' toxic Know I got racks, so she do it more sloppy Off a Percocet, I can't feel my body But she ain't gettin' shit outta none of these pockets Nope Same young nigga still posted in the trick On a plane with an opp, 'bout to go off in his shit I don't even like flyin', can't move with a stick Called my junkie out the jungle, he gon' pull up with the stick On the phone with him now, he gon' pull up by six Talkin' 'bout tappin' in, I ain't tappin' in shit You ain't tap in with me before a nigga got rich My homie poppin' Percocet, doctor say he at risk Smokin' Wedding Cake, ain't nobody married in this bitch From the street, now a nigga really married to this shit I was broke than a bitch, now I'm havin' all this grip Need blue cheese salad, nothin' added to the mix Went from noodle with the cracker, steak added on the list Got a Glock 17, nothin' added but a switch Got this shit up out the mud, wouldn't hand it to a nigga 'Fore they label me a rat, they gon' label me a killer