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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Poppa
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Janarious Wheeler
Songwriter
Patrick Yeboah
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Peter A. Barker
Mastering Engineer
Earl E. Washington
Recording Engineer
KeyzMusic
Producer
Lyrics
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Now bitch, let's get right back to business
They start it, I'ma finish
It's just me, Quez, and Leeke, we got that .40 all in Lenox
Told them if a nigga get to trippin', leave his brains right by the fitted
The hardest nigga out my city, ain't nobody fucking with me
But I meant that bein' humble, real rap, this ain't no mumble
PJ might drop next summer, already picked my baby momma
Until then, I'ma keep these condoms
And some shit with a clip that's shaped like commas
So run up you get stretched just like the rest who 'bout that drama
Heard the trap back open, what you need? Molly, pills, or weed?
Just pull up on a nigga out East, so hot make sure you clean
Still hit the south that shit be sweet, on 103rd, might meet a freak
Make sure she creep, 'cause if it's sweet then we gon' slide down moncrief
Niggas ain't never slide down my street, I wasn't worried, I never cared
They know my granny was sittin' right there in that chair, sayin' prayers
A nigga slide then that's death, DOA knocked out his breath
'Cause we got shooters cross these streets, and we got choppers up these stairs
And that's on God, bitch, I ain't lyin', I can do this without even tryin'
Told them play blind, 'cause they don't wanna see me shine and grind
Since 2016 I been in my prime, I was stuck in them trenches
But made it out, I guess that shit was perfect timin'
I'm that nigga, don't need the diamonds
Don't need the watch, I told them watch
I'll say fuck it and hit the block, I'll say fuck it then drop the top
You don't wanna beef 'cause nigga's droppin', especially not 'bout no thot
'Cause it's already gettin' hot and she already eatin' cock in here
Brodie got his Glock in here, I say, "Go, it ain't no stoppin' him"
Shaquille it ain't no blockin' him
Shit real, they say niggas gettin' killed behind Lil Poppa them
My brother hit the curve and make a serve, say he got rocks on him
The early bird get the worm, so he say motherfucker the cops and them
Them youngins got Russian choppas on them, ain't never left America
I had to leave the bitch alone, she got to tweakin' talkin' marriage
And I'ma get this money and fuck on London, ain't talkin' Paris
Fuck 'em up, buy another pair, 'cause that's some shit that I don't cherish
Heard the opps smoke like Swishers, these niggas don't want no issues
Tryna put a nigga on a picture, it's a G on every pistol
On Perc's and weed, don't need no liquor, I'll probably never forgive him
So we gon' turn him to a victim, him and whorever with him
I just said my prayers, I'm feelin' great, finna roll me up some, wait
You know they want me to watch what I say
How many J's you smoked? Eight
How many pills you on? 'Bout four
Finna pop four more, bitch, that's eight
Besides the bullshit life's great
I can enter the heaven gates off my face
And I'm loaded, she say, "Pull up", I say, "Bitch I'm on my way"
I heard that bitch home, hope she got her dick on, when they knock off her face
And they been scopin', know these youngins 'round me roguish
Young and ready and hopin', tryna bust his head wide open
Say I'm slept on but I ain't trippin', I'ma keep grindin' until I'm noticed
Real is rare and I'm one of the rare, fuck nigga, I'm chosen, no more errors
Name another nigga harder than me in this era
Bar for bar, fuck all the likes, comments and shares
You ain't never looked down that barrow, make a nigga tuck his tail
Pressure been applied, bond got denied, that's that shit that made you tell
But free my niggas in them systems, I can't wait to y'all here
Slick jumped and I missed 'em, only up from here this our year
Ain't no nigga breathin' I'll fear, brand new Glock with the extra gear
Ayy, twin hot, say he tryna go get him a extra tear, I'm like, "Twin stop"
He just quiet, don't think he a bitch 'cause he really not
For the love of Kim, these niggas don't know nothin' but spin blocks
Writer(s): Patrick Yeboah, Janarious Wheeler
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