Poppin' It

(专辑： Clan Way 2 - 2020)

Yeah, fucking up her jaws like some dental (Low the Great)
Ditching school after ten, I'm on Central
Bitch blowing up my phone like, "I miss you"
She let me beat the pussy up, instrumental (Ron-Ron do that shit)

Hopping out Rolls truck, ain't no rental
Two bitches, I'm like Malcolm in the Middle
They keep asking if I like 'em, just a little
Lame niggas ain't with us, we ain't with 'em

Ayy, money ain't the issue
I wipe my ass with it like it's tissue
Christian Louboutins got me bleeding like a menstrual
Your chain gold-plated, mines more like Skittles

Bitch, you better feel appreciated if I hit you
Love it when I hit her from the back, she got dimples
In the White House like Obama, presidential
Top kinda trash, but it's cool, she got potential

Whooping AT&T, I'm a phone buster
Yeah, it's on us, fuck the truck, we ain't Bone Crusher
Keep designers on my feet, can't no Foams touch 'em
Metro got me on my ass, this some strong Gusher

I be lying to these bitches like I don't got it
I ain't died, but I let her suck the soul out it
Bought a strap 'cause this money bring more problems
No pause, but a nigga getting more commas

All my real homies, met 'em in the Low Bottoms
Ran it up in Miami like I'm Jeff Thomas
All the smoke at the stu', it's a big sauna
Niggas act just like hoes, call 'em Big Mama

Fuck a square bitch, I go stupid, I don't care, bitch
Walking through the mud, I'ma buy another pair, bitch
Too exclusive, I pulled up in a McLaren
I'm a shooting star, watch this bitch start staring

I got three bitches with me, nigga, but I'm sharing
Yeah, she call me daddy, but a nigga ain't a parent
Palm Angels 'fit, bitch, don't ask me what I'm wearing
I got fifty bitches, I ain't worried 'bout no marriage

Bugs Bunny in my ears, I got carats
Don't ask, bitch you can't afford what I'm wearing
I don't care, but my bitch named Karen
Pillow talking, nigga, you remind me of a parrot

Nigga shopping downtown, I can't wear it
Dior store, gon' crazy, ain't no clearance
It's gon' cost a couple bands for my appearance
Tesla ran out of juice, I'm embarrassed

No soda, I got niggas sitting in the can
I wear Off-Whites like a nigga tryna get a tan
Richie Rich, I got hundreds, Benjamins
Nigga, I'm the one, but a nigga ain't a minute man

Dog a bitch, but to her mama, I'm a gentleman
Weak bitches at my house, we get rid of them
Rolls-Royce, Lamborghini, yeah, I sit in there
All beige Louis boots, these ain't Timberland