Poppin’ (Freestyle) lyrics

[Verse]
Got a bunch of guns, but ain't shot 'em
Why you got a bunch of guns, but ain't shot 'em?
If you ain't got no haters, you ain't poppin'
When I be in the A, I be poppin'
King of Compound, ask [?]
I be dead fresh, I'm stylish
If water around the house, that b*tch an island
Late night, got a b*tch on Fallon
Brand new 'Rari with the Rally stripes
I be in the kitchen, I'm the chef
Dope ain't coming back, I got to get it right
Don't make me f*ck your b*tch, that pus*y poppin'
We be ballin' like we hit the lotto
We some real n*ggas, that's the motto
We be in the club, where the sparklers at?
I just sold a brick now I got [?] bread
Fell in love with a ratchet, but get model head
Boy I got the 40, it got hollow heads
And you a yes n*gga, you a bobble head
My money out the banks and hit to Mexico
El Chapo just escaped, I'm trying to double that
Free Big Meech and Free [?], we need blessings
I'm a dopeboy, where the legends at?
I just moved to Miami with the [?]
Shoutout to Overtown and Opa Locka
I be with the Haitians in Little Haiti
Caught a dirty, damn near violated probation
Called my mama from the bank, told her we made it
b*tch asked me if the pus*y good, told her I hate it
And she lyin' to her friends, saying I ate it
But I only [?] on the head, we never dated
If you ain't got no haters, you ain't poppin'
Why you got a bunch of guns, but ain't shot 'em?
n*ggas watching in the closet, see you plottin'
Boy you a f*ck n*gga, you ridin'
Why you got a bunch of guns, but ain't shot 'em?
Got a bunch of guns, but ain't shot 'em
Why you got a bunch of guns, but ain't shot 'em?
If you ain't got no haters, you ain't poppin'
[Outro]
This that big money sh*t, that executive sh*t
This that young n*gga with the shirt off in the Lambo sh*t
This that park that hoe, come back in a 'Rari sh*t
This that make these n*ggas jump off the motherf*ckin' bridge
You know what I'm talking about?
This that Sky Dweller Plain Jane on them Pussies motherf*ckin' buzz down drug
That b*tch hate it, this that crib look like a small mall on them pussies
And we cash that out
You ain't got no haters, you ain't poppin'
You ain't got no enemies, you ain't street
Can’t be that likable n*gga
We built for [?]
CMG!
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