Poppin'
Fuck all that talking, let's get this shit poppin
Let's get this shit poppin, okay this shit poppin
Tell them I got that issue, if they want a problem
We take off with yo shit and then double the profit
Got a whole lot of bullets, you never could dodge them
Got a whole lot of shottas, shoot you while you shoppin
We don't do all that drama, no internet talkin
Yeah, he finna know I'm with the shit when i chalk him
Bitch, I knew I was the shit as a toddler
Look at me now, bitch, I'm really a baller
I fell in love with this weed and these dollars
Got me feeling like Bama been popping my collar
Your hoe calling me daddy, but I'm not her father
She ain't calling you back, lil bro, you shouldn't bother
Put my dick in her back and I'm making her holler
Then I'm sending her back wit her bread a lil taller,
Motherfuckers always got something to say, but man, go ahead, hate on me, you know you can't
Bit-bitch, I'm the greatest, from straight out the A
Bitch I'm talking the Agg (Arlington) what the fuck did you think
Say you got money, but you need to switch up your strategy, you don't be getting no bank
If they moving funny, then I turn this shit to a tragedy
Shit isn't up for debate
Don't come around here on no silly shit
I ain't the guy to be on that hillbilly shit
I'm off the gas in the booth and I'm really lit
My only focus is touching a milli quick
Spin up his block get him gone in a millisec
Told me he wanted the smoke so it's been a bet,
Still trying to get on my level, ain't did it yet,
I'm back in my city, these motherfuckers been upset
"There go Mike T, man, we gotta get rid of him"
"Thinking he a Texas version of Eminem"
We can't let him keep on splurging and spendin and
We don't like that all our bitches is into him
This shit not a game, but you gotta SPIN to WIN
Pull up on em and they death is now imminent
Stomp you like a spider, told you I'm venomous
There ain't no survivors when I step in this shit
Fuck all that talking, let's get this shit poppin
Let's get this shit poppin, okay this shit poppin
Tell them I got that issue if they want a problem
We take off with yo shit and then double the profit
Got a whole lot of bullets, you never could dodge them
Got a whole lot of shottas, shoot you while you shoppin
We don't do all that drama, no internet talkin
Yeah he finna know I'm with the shit when I chalk him
Let's get this shit poppin, okay this shit poppin
Tell them I got that issue, if they want a problem
We take off with yo shit and then double the profit
Got a whole lot of bullets, you never could dodge them
Got a whole lot of shottas, shoot you while you shoppin
We don't do all that drama, no internet talkin
Yeah, he finna know I'm with the shit when i chalk him
Bitch, I knew I was the shit as a toddler
Look at me now, bitch, I'm really a baller
I fell in love with this weed and these dollars
Got me feeling like Bama been popping my collar
Your hoe calling me daddy, but I'm not her father
She ain't calling you back, lil bro, you shouldn't bother
Put my dick in her back and I'm making her holler
Then I'm sending her back wit her bread a lil taller,
Motherfuckers always got something to say, but man, go ahead, hate on me, you know you can't
Bit-bitch, I'm the greatest, from straight out the A
Bitch I'm talking the Agg (Arlington) what the fuck did you think
Say you got money, but you need to switch up your strategy, you don't be getting no bank
If they moving funny, then I turn this shit to a tragedy
Shit isn't up for debate
Don't come around here on no silly shit
I ain't the guy to be on that hillbilly shit
I'm off the gas in the booth and I'm really lit
My only focus is touching a milli quick
Spin up his block get him gone in a millisec
Told me he wanted the smoke so it's been a bet,
Still trying to get on my level, ain't did it yet,
I'm back in my city, these motherfuckers been upset
"There go Mike T, man, we gotta get rid of him"
"Thinking he a Texas version of Eminem"
We can't let him keep on splurging and spendin and
We don't like that all our bitches is into him
This shit not a game, but you gotta SPIN to WIN
Pull up on em and they death is now imminent
Stomp you like a spider, told you I'm venomous
There ain't no survivors when I step in this shit
Fuck all that talking, let's get this shit poppin
Let's get this shit poppin, okay this shit poppin
Tell them I got that issue if they want a problem
We take off with yo shit and then double the profit
Got a whole lot of bullets, you never could dodge them
Got a whole lot of shottas, shoot you while you shoppin
We don't do all that drama, no internet talkin
Yeah he finna know I'm with the shit when I chalk him
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Writer(s): James Taylor
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