Lyrics:
the hood poppin'
All in the club stuntin'
There is no other option
And you can't tell me nothin'
The camera keeps flashin
So I'mma keep flauntin'
Cause what
Niggas ain't poppin' wit me
Niggas ain't poppin' for me
So I guess I gotta pop it
By my-fuckin' self
I don't give a fuck 'bout the size
I don't give
one (pick one)
When I get 'em off to the room
We ain't playin' by no rules
And girl singin' melodies (oh)
And it soundin' like your favorite song
apparent
But I don't want it next
Someone tell Complex it ain't complex
And what you lookin' at is now like a Timex
I am checked the on now off the clock
Gather roun' 'n hear my story
Oh boy
'Bout the time when Jelly Roll was in town
(Stompin' it off, stompin' it off)
He heard a local pianist
What joy
on probation
I'ma give her two scratches
She's a fuckin' good woman, I'ma give her a life
I'ma walk by shinin' with a bitch
Aye, say I had enough in my life
on probation
I'ma give her two scratches
She's a fuckin' good woman, I'ma give her a life
I'ma walk by shinin' with a bitch
Aye, say I had enough in my life
Louboutins, they're my best friends
I'm bout to put these bitches to the test then
What ya callin' spikes?
What color that box?
Is that a white bag in it?
Yea?
keepin it poppin partna you tight
But my dealers are betta
We keep it choppin like a blender eatin roids up fa dinner guillotine we chop ya hands off n
Mo' sippers, watched by gold diggers (uh)
Rockin' Girbaud denims with gold zippers (come on)
Lost your touch, we kept ours, poppin' Cristals
Freakin'
broad day
Ay, nevermind what the blogs say
This what my mind and my heart say
My philosophy profit off of my properties
Get it, flip it, we got
another physical display
Somethin' must got me backin' off from way back in tha day
But what can it be
I can't recall the memories so if I may ask
I just
exactly what ya like, this right here goin get ya right
Especially if it’s kinda tight, if you relax you’ll be aight
Surrounded by a lotta hype, guess my
cannabis, roll up my spliff
Hannibal, Hannibal, look what I did
Edible, edible, got the munchies
But I got the bungees, I'ma jump off this ship
But I bet he
Riding in the civic, windows tinted
Riding with no license, nigga fuck a ticket
14, fuck you mean
Get this cash by any means, heard Jason sell that
shit
You don't like it - get off my (brand new) dick
They say your attitude determines your latitude
I'm high as a motherfucker - fly
shit
You don't like it - get off my (brand new) dick
They say your attitude determines your latitude
I'm high as a motherfucker - fly
Hey, yeah
Miles Ahead Of U
Shorty bad, no she don't need a doctor
If she run off on me I won't stop her
I got a whole lot to offer
These niggas
pull up
Hit you with the tool ay
You niggas shouldn't tryna to be bool
If you really bool then you bool ay
Whats poppin
These old heads they trap off
poppin Hennessy
Ah say move with the banger
Ah poppin ah poppin ah poppin Hennessy
Kill your niqqas in the zombie way
Kill dem niqqas scopion what you
Yeah, who's in de mothafuckin' house?
Compton's in the mothafuckin' house!
Yeah, Compton's definetly in the house
Hey yo Ren, what we're gonna do?
Again
Light But Over Here I Just Came Up With A Air Plan
Just Making Sure You Understand
What I Mean By Air Plan
I Came Up With Idea And Light Bulb
Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, raise 'em up, raise 'em up (swipe)
Drop it off in your fucking face, it's the sawed-off (hey, yeah)
Gotta get my ass
hurt
Even though the sun ain't out you
Refuse to take ya shades off
You starin' at the tombstone
Wishin' you could rip the fuckin' name off
Me? I know
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