Poppin

Even Stevie wonder could see that we poppin'
Al Diddy hit me today like when you droppin'
If the pack ain't come from Dre then I didn't cop it
Which bitch I want to see today I got different options
I'm on the bridge I'm running late But imma blast there
A nigga life done changed a lot in the last year
I done got way too pooted imma crash here
A nigga said my shit weak 'cause he too square

Go to war wit anybody even with two bears
I've been thinking 'bout Discovery Bay, imma move there
Shoutout to my family down south I got roots there
Shipping packs across state lanes they got truth there
Business meeting imma CEO I wear suits there
Hood nigga pull out dice after yelling shoot here
And I don't need not a nere bitch but I love you
I just want to see if you really with me so I thug you
You ain't did me wrong so I'm guessing I could trust you
But my past tribulations got me feeling troubled
And I just up the price so the backend is doubled
Once the bag landed a nigga stuffed it in his duffle
Once the bag cleared I had to split it with my soldiers
Cause this with out them we as good as being over
Leave it where I left you I ain't good at giving closure
Like Marky Mark say you stealing sauce you a poser

Even Stevie wonder could see that we poppin'
Al Diddy hit me today like when you droppin'
If the pack ain't come from Dre then I didn't cop it
Which bitch I want to see today I got different options
I'm on the bridge I'm running late But imma blast there
A nigga life done changed a lot in the last year
I done got way too pooted imma crash here
A nigga said my shit weak 'cause he too square

You can't say you fuck with me 'cause I don't fuck with you
I be thinking yolo when I be up in my fuck it mood
Investing in myself 'cause I know that imma follow through
As I die trying imma show you how that rallo shoot
Drip my auntie down just to show her that I'm Prada you
And everything I've done is no where compared to what I'm bouta do
Self reflection is a good way to evaluate
Try not to overstep but when it's time get what yo baggage claim
Sometimes it's smart to play it cool and stay in the passive lane
Another nigga shine will never determine how much you shade
And fuck what they got I'm sick enough to get it on my own
And down to bang it out with any nigga stepping to my thrown
I ain't just talking every word imma stand on
Pull yo strap on me and I bet we have a stand off
Bro just copped pack and he Cody he ain't Randolph
Ugly groupie hoes gettin shoowed away and fanned off

Even a deaf man can hear, that we poppin
Fuck that petty shit I'm growing up I got real problems
And my chopper barrel long as fuck it shoot real silent
Call my raps a book 'cause when I write I'm like Bill Myers
Which fit I'm 'bout to rock today I get big flyer
Habachi meals in Togo plates call that big diner
Dyke broad give it up to Zay she like Britt Griner
Tell a bitch you cute but sorry bae, my blick finer

Even Stevie wonder see that we poppin
Like when you dropping
It's ABB all caps no gaps



Credits
Writer(s): Albert Odom Iii
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