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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Poppa
Lil Poppa
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Janarious Wheeler
Janarious Wheeler
Songwriter
Patrick Yeboah
Patrick Yeboah
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Peter A. Barker
Peter A. Barker
Mastering Engineer
Earl "Ejay" Washington
Earl "Ejay" Washington
Recording Engineer
KeyzMusic
KeyzMusic
Producer

Lyrics

KeyzMusic 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 Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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