I don't like talkin' to you niggas, y'all don't understand me Poppin' rhythm when I talk, it's like I'm speakin' Spanish I'm so different from you dudes, I am not organic Say slow down on all that thuggin', think about your family It's like fuck it, I'm

Dropped outta school now we dumb rich, dumb rich This sound like some forty-three-oh-one shit, one shit All my niggas wanna do is pop style, pop style Turn my birthday into a lifestyle, lifestyle Tell my mom I love her if I do not make it Got so many

Ran down on that bitch twice You know me I be with whatever If a bitch beef with me we gon' beef foreva Why you always tryna run and hide Always have my name up in your mouth you outta line You gon' make me pop up at your door like surprise Like come

Damn, niggas wanna stick me for my paper Who the fuck is this? Paging me at 5:46 In the morning, crack of dawn and Now I'm yawning, wipe the cold out my eye See who's this paging me and why? It's my nigga, Pop, from the barbershop Told me he was in the

Flip, make it flip, do gymnastics Popped a bean I like the talent Put it on her tongue and now she dancin' (pop it, pop it) Motorcycle patches on my jacket Rip all the money out the plastic Put it on her tongue and now she dancin' Gave her everything,

I think you are a lost queen Let me serve you, serve you Ain't gotta ask me to What planet are you from, girl? And are there others like you there? And could you do that magic trick again? Poppin' up from nowhere Though my planet's full of warfare You

Yeah, I said it Yeah, I said it, babe Yeah, I said it (ooh yeah) I ain't tryin' to think about it, no Yeah, I said it, boy, get up inside it, uh I want you to homicide it Going slow and I want you to pop it uh And I think I kinda like ya

I'm a bad motherfucker, I'm a bad motherfucker I'm a bad motherfucker, bad bad I'm a bad mah'fucker Oh, have you been through what I've been through? Man, you'll be popping this shit too Oh, every time that I come through, I come through They say that

Sippin' Ace of Spades, I do Got the K everywhere I go Don't come to me 'bout no ho Poppin' niggas like tic-tac-toe Poppin' niggas like Tic Tac Toe Don't come to me 'bout no rumor My partner, he got a tumor Every day, I keep a ruler Just me, I don't need

I'm mixing them cookies with sherbert (lean) I get the money you heard (huh) I got customers, I might fuck on her (bitch) I might pop a Perc, I might make it work (huh) I need a Fanta got syrup Young nigga hop out the vert (woah) Yah, yah, huh Yah, yah,