Poppin

1017 Bah BigWalkDog BigWalkDog Big 1017 Ayy Hey Pablo, you crazy for this one, haha, hey Hey, hey When you poppin', every time you move, you gotta move with a rocket Bah Lookin' at this drip, you see a pool in the faucet Argh Designer hit the mil', come straight from the trap And got a coconut scale, but it hit like we boxin' Shh She always ate the dick, but she still say it 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 boat just to smoke it about you I ain't even need me a plug, I'm the whole damn socket Came in, down-down, all these opps roadblockin' Sippin' on Wocky, pour me a Roxie, know they gon' watch me Built for this shit, nigga, how they gon' stop me I was just loadin' up shit on the daily I feel like fly, I don't need nobody Big dawg, I'm for real, I don't need co-signin' Skrrt Boy, get me 'Cat or a scat, no mileage Skrrt See the one we from, we ain't have no gun Nigga play with who Nigga play with 'Wop, know they dyin' Might just go to war from get a .20, 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 pill up in the East and need a pill up in the West He ain't grab a 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 'em block the wood, you ain't gettin' everybody stretched I done made it out, saw 'em met your fuck nigga neck Don't know what I want, new jacket for Patek Flip When you poppin', every time you move, you gotta move with a rocket Bah Lookin' at this drip, you see a pool in the faucet Argh Designer hit the mil', come straight from the trap And got a coconut scale, but it hit like we boxin' Shh She always ate the dick, but she still say it 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 Every time you move, you gotta move with a rocket Bah Lookin' at this drip, you see a pool in the faucet Bling Designer hit the mil', come straight from the trap Yeah And got a coconut scale, but it hit like we boxin' Shh She always ate the dick, but she still say it 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, wah-wah, what happened Wah Sign with Gucci Mane, get rich, go platinum Go, go I know the feds watchin', but 12 can't stop me Stoppin' The best came in, I pulled up with shoppin' Pulled up Pull up in a Dawn and the top still droppin' The Dawn They let me outta jail and the price still hoppin' 'Wop Cartel mailbox money so dirty, you could smell my money Ah I'm cool by my money if you only 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, don't say that shit again You ain't never killed no man So you could never fit in my skin, it's Big Gucci Mane Every time you move, you gotta move with a rocket Ha Lookin' at this drip, you see a pool in the faucet Designer hit the mil', come straight from the trap And got a coconut scale, but it hit like we boxin' She always ate the dick, but she still say it 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 post in the tree On a plane with an opp, 'bout to go off in this shit I don't even like flyin', can't move with a stick Call my junkie out the junker, he could 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 rich When my homie poppin' Percocet, dawg sayin' that he rich Smokin' weed, kick everybody, married in this bitch From the street, now a nigga really married to this shit I was broke in a bitch, now I'm havin' all the strip Need blue cheese, sellin' it, now add it to the mix Went from new door with the crack stick, add it on the list Glock.17, nothin' added but a switch Got this shit up out the mud, wouldn't hand it to a nigga .40 lay with me a rat, they gon' lay with me a killer