Popping in & Out
Let's see if you really what you rap about
Boy I got the heat, burn down the house
Like Houdini I be popping in and out
Now I'm on the road, might hit your town
Twelve AM at night, bitch can't keep it down
Let's see if you really what you rap about
Boy I got the heat, burn down the house
Like Houdini I be popping in and out
Now I'm on the road, might hit your town
Twelve AM at night, bitch can't keep it down
I paint 'em on the porch, we fuck with no endorsements
They peeking through the door, you see I pulled up, reinforcements
I'm all drip out in "Rotten to the Core"
I'm global like a corporate
Cashmere my sweater to my shorts
Yeah, blue diamonds on my garment
In the coupe like Henry Ford
Yellow cobra seats on all my Porsches
Don't make mistakes you can't afford
She's on the curb like a poor bitch
Let's see if you really what you rap about
Boy I got the heat, burn down the house
Like Houdini I be popping in and out
Now I'm on the road, might hit your town
Twelve AM at night, bitch can't keep it down-
They know that I'm off of the Rum
Hit it from the back like a Drum
She riding my dick 'til I'm numb
My stick in my hand making you run
Stick in my hand sending you home
Boy I got the heat, burn down the house
Like Houdini I be popping in and out
Now I'm on the road, might hit your town
Twelve AM at night, bitch can't keep it down
Let's see if you really what you rap about
Boy I got the heat, burn down the house
Like Houdini I be popping in and out
Now I'm on the road, might hit your town
Twelve AM at night, bitch can't keep it down
I paint 'em on the porch, we fuck with no endorsements
They peeking through the door, you see I pulled up, reinforcements
I'm all drip out in "Rotten to the Core"
I'm global like a corporate
Cashmere my sweater to my shorts
Yeah, blue diamonds on my garment
In the coupe like Henry Ford
Yellow cobra seats on all my Porsches
Don't make mistakes you can't afford
She's on the curb like a poor bitch
Let's see if you really what you rap about
Boy I got the heat, burn down the house
Like Houdini I be popping in and out
Now I'm on the road, might hit your town
Twelve AM at night, bitch can't keep it down-
They know that I'm off of the Rum
Hit it from the back like a Drum
She riding my dick 'til I'm numb
My stick in my hand making you run
Stick in my hand sending you home
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Writer(s): Kai Cordel Barley
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