Nah

Get it poppin no gunplay
We was hoppin out the one way
I was walking with my niggas and we was just window-shoppin for the sunrays
I was climbing to the top, reaching for the holy grail, the great pinnacle
Monday to Sunday, I'm just trippin off the alcohol
Members only you initiated ain't no nigga fakin when you duck the law
We wasnt sippin wockesha, but I keep my ice cubed just like it was ride along
I'm just counting my bucks, winning my chips,
That ain't something you would know
Still ain't giving no fucks to be Giannis, I ain't no Antetokounmpo
Real niggas don't say shit they just let it happen that's real pimping
100 dms and they unread and these niggas saying that I'm acting different
My young nigga stay ready for it they itchin at it wanna pac ya out
Ima be the money team, but don't let it fool I still a go and Pacquiao
I could never worry bout me a nigga he pull up on me we gon get it poppin
Bullet rain on your umbrella now he flyin away like he Mary poppins
Y'all be talking like you really want it but you niggas ain't bout it bout it
Camera angle on a panoramic when I beat his ass picture poppin out it
Windows tinted but we keep em down so when niggas see us see the pistol out it
End up buying me a pent house, and I'm pimpin out a fuckin audi
But right now I whip the Hyundai
When they pull up on me let them guns fly
See the lightning comin out my one eye
Got my arms poppin like I'm popeye, nigga

I might go head slap the shit out ya
Fuck that, drop a diss and go make a hit out ya
This bout to, be the worst that you ever been done folk
Vid got more ad clips than a gun store
Whole team puffin like nicotine but its gun smoke
Can't see nothing when smoke screen at ya front door, nigga



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Writer(s): Yonatan Daniel
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