I'm just a brown boy with a bag I got hitters poppin' shit, I'm just poppin' all these tags Come get your issue, we got mags The only time when I'm not fuckin' on your bitch, she on the rag Told my plug I need a pound You know I'm good for it I book a

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

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

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 poppop 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

Disrespect me And I'm real disrespectful Seen you from a far way You was talking side ways If you wanna start shit Just know that we gon' pop quick Get the fuck outta my face Copped me a whip (skirt)

If you in here with your dawg, point your dawg out It's my dawg birthday, yeah (Birthday) Poppin' bottles, takin' shots of Patrón We gon' do this shit all night long If that's what you wanna do (Point your dawg out) (Tell 'em that's my dawg) If you in

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'

His parents hustled So he was left alone by himself a lot So shit, he did whatever the fuck he wanted to do When boys in the hood came out, This little nigga rolled himself a joint And watched the whole motherfucker by itself His pops didn't give a fuck,

Popping, stopping, hopping like a rabbit When I take the Nina Ross ya know I gotta ta have it I lay back in the cut retain myself Think about the shit, and I'm thinking wealth How can I makes my grip And how should I make that nigga straight slip Set

Shady, Aftermath, The Dream Team We gotta get the get well cards Niggas is sick, feel this Motion picture shit Now don't think I won't hit ya 'cause I'm popular I got a P90 Reuger to poppop at ya Catch ya slippin' I'm a give ya what I got for ya My clip