Poppin' Shit

Pop a oxy with some root bear
Pop a xanny twice I ain't got no fear
Pop a perky on a Sunday in my underwear
Pop a molly all a sudden everything's clear

I saw that shortie over there
Two twos I brought her over here
Straight to the telly
We a perfect pair
Then I skeet on her derriere
She say I'm her M C M
So I went and bought her M C M
I just had a threesome with her friend
They both tens but now I want her friend

I go brazy in the booth
I spit heat just like a sauna do
I got bars like Lamar Kendrick do
I be spitting like I got the flu

Sipping sizzerp out my double cup
I'm about to finish baby pour up
Pour me up a deuce it gone up me up
I'm a sip this lean till my belly bust

I remember hitting licks
Finesse the work
And then we build kicks
One time a nigga got a fucking jump kick
He said catch him
Then I caught him quick

There ain't nothing really to this shit
No trace or evidence we too legit
Man these niggas be so counterfeit
Talking bout they hit but they ain't hit shit



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Writer(s): Chad Dickson
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