You don't wanna fuck with me Girls neither, you ain't nothin' but a slut to me We ain't gon' never stop beefin', I don't squash the beef You better kill me, I'ma be another rapper dead For poppin' off at the mouth with shit I shouldn't have said But when

You know how that shit go Runnin' through the 6 with my woes I was runnin' through the 6 with my woes Yeah, this that Oliver 40 Niko shit man, 15 Fort York shit ya know Boi-1da, what's poppin'? Countin' money you know how it goes Pray the real live

Hol' up (Hol' up) hol' up (Hol' up) Yeah, big shit poppin', everybody watchin' I wrote this record while thirty thousand feet in the air Stewardess complimentin' me on my nappy hair When you do it like this, nigga, losin' ain't an option If I can f-ck

X gon' give it to ya, he gon' give it to ya First we gonna rock, then we gonna roll Then we let it poppop, go, let it go! It’s what you hearin' (listen!) Yeah (uh), yeah, yeah (uh) (Grrrr) Yeah, don't get it twisted This rap shit is mine, motherfucker! It's

Transformer, I just popped a transformer Lit the room up, all I did was hold my arm up Went through Barney's, I spent 20k on Amiri's Got my weight up, now I'm talkin' back to Siri Smashin' foreigners, murder shit at the coroner Jackie Joyner, racin'

Poppin' all this shit, need some tissue I can't trust a bitch 'cause I got issues Young rich nigga so official Next up, disrespectful, might offend you (woah) Bunch of bad broads on the menu Bunch of foreign cars when we bend through Next up,

Huh, My nigga Don Juan...damn I Been knowin you a long time nigga, heh We did a lot of shit together man On this music tip man Beautiful shit we did dog Remember when we went out to L.A. man, wit Quincy man Made all that shit pop

Yeah, high top Versaces, I got high top socks I got popsicle diamonds, they no lie, ahk I got hot yellow shit suckin' my socks off (Slurp) It's so crazy how this money start a lot of stuff (What?) Fuck it, look at how much money startin' to double up

I'm the shit I know I'm the shit Yeah, I'm super lit If you don't buy me what I want, I'ma throw a fit She the shit Yeah, she super lit She know she the shit If you don't buy her what she want, she gon' throw a fit Nashe, might just poppop it on a handstand

Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit, pop shit PopPop shit, pop shit, pop shit (pop) Pop shit, pop pop, pop shit PopPop shit, pop shit, pop shit PopPop shit (pop) I'ma go and poppop my shit Hold on let me talk my shit Tell her don't look my way Nigga I buy your bitch