Go gangsta, keep boppin' Like back when a nigga was clockin' Rock with me, let's get this bitch poppin' See, it's hard to be good, but easy to do evil And I ain't really into meeting with new people I don't know you, you don't know me You don't know the

Poppin' on X, poppin' on X Smashin' on your bitch, esskeetit (esskeetit!) Poppin' on X, pills (poppin' on X) Got a new car, got a new bitch Only wear designer, esskeetit (ouu!) Hoppin' out the Wraith, esskeetit (esskeetit!) Poppin' on X, pills (yuh, X)

It’s like a full time job not to kill niggas Shout out to the real niggas, salute And shout out to the real bitches, say what I’m poppin’ bottles with my real niggas Fre Boosie, real nigga, in the jail standing tall like Shaquile nigga I used to say, I

You can catch me in the whip with a fifth of pimp juice And I'm poppin' a clip, 'bout to fix this issue Ya pray that I don't hit, I ain't equipped to miss you Ya gonna need an ambulance to stitch ya tissue Or either have a bag on ya hip to shit through

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,

Some girls they act retarded Bumpin' and grindin' that pole We 'bout to have a party (turn the music up) Let's get it started (Go head shake your butt) I'm lookin' for a girl with a body and a sexy strut Wanna get it poppin' baby step right up Some girls

I'm n luv with a stripper She popping she rolling she rolling She climbing that pole and She tripping she playing she playing I'm not going nowhere girl I'm staying I'm n luv with a stripper Yea yea yea I Need to get her over to my crib and do that night

I'm on some kind of drug Fire be burnin' in my hotel room Come through, champagne be poppin' System be knockin' in my hotel room Can't explain all the ways you get me high Can't explain, don't keep me waiting all night Girl, come through, them bath water

I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star, ay, ay) All my brothers got that gas And they always be smokin' like a Rasta Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi And show up, name them the shottas When my homies pull up on

Girl it ain't a thang over here Blowing money fast over here Popping champagne over here, oh yeah Girl it ain't a thang over here, oh yeah Blowing money fast over here, oh yeah Blowing all this cash on this side Girl this summer, you'll be looking for