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

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

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,

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

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

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

'Cause we gon' get it poppin’ tonight No broken hearts in the club, more drinks pour it up No broken hearts in the club, no tears in the club We only got one life, so let’s go hard 'til the day we die Oh ain't nobody going home, you know what you came

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

You do what you want when you poppin' First I got married to money Then I fell in love with that dirty Like a nigga wearin' jerseys Caught the wave, I ain't surfin' You do what you want when you got it Extendo, extendo, extendo The clip got a whole lot

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)