[Intro] What you tellin' me? Yeah, I got Stacks to the right of me I got Mickey to the left of me, huh, wait Woo, yeah, look Ay, what up Hold on, what they talkin' 'bout? What them folks talkin' 'bout? Huh Look
[Verse] Buddy gon', grrrt that, grrrt that, blrrt that, blrrt that Send shots, make him get back All that chit-chat, chit-chat, riff-raff, riff-raff My niggas ain't in to that Nigga be talkin' up, but he ain't on shit (woo) I got like fifty rounds up in this clip (uh) If I go to jail, nigga, I plead the fifth (uh) 'Cause mommy still gon' love her kid Niggas tryna lock me up and give me a bid I'm like, "Nigga, fuck the pigs" The judge like, "Why you actin' like a dick" I said, "I'm movin' like I'm Steven Vick" My lawyer like, "Poppy, why you bring Xan" I said, "I pop a Perc and feel amazin'" Shoot for the stars, I'm a foundation, huh Look at the money, I'm raisin' She wanna fuck, hold on She's stuck in a book, have her wait for arraignment She get dick, edible arrangements That's the only form a payment Shawty a snack And after I slack, I'ma blow out her back She like, "Poppy, you so crazy" I told her, "Wind on me, baby" (huh) She want a star, she wanna fuck and she know who we are These hoes they be dirty, I ain't hittin' them raw When it comes to hoes, I got bitches galore (woo) She wanna grip that, lick that Ass, where the stick at Freak bitch for my dick, where her lips at She gone off gas, no chit-chit (ay) She gone off gas, no chit-chit (ay) Ay, grab up her bum (bum) Here come that boy with the drum (Woo) If I pull it out, then that boy gonna run If he want the smoke, knock this beef out his blunt, ay I go dum-dum-dumb (go dumb) Air it out, leave 'em slum-slum-slumped (baow) Fuck what they say, they know that I'm Gucci Pull up with a pum-pum-pumpTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
