lirik lagu numbaa 7 - poppin my shyt
[intro]
don’t tick me
on gang
free the guys
where i startin’ the @ meter from? (aye, free line though)
just run it?
on gang
(young [?])
[chorus]
see i come from the rack where the n~ggas don’t play fair
come here, let me get that
and them n~gga been talkin’ to tough on the internet ~haha~
nah, but i ain’t really with that (nah)
i got young n~ggas steppin’ for free, they’ll do what i say if i tell them to go
ain’t no shootin’ that car, we gon’ hop out on feet nd’ i promise somebody gon’ score (boom, boom, boom)
if n0body don’t drop? then i put this on god, then we spinnin’ three days in a row (skirt skirt)
if you lil n~gga talkin’ too much? oh for sure, one of these lil n~ggas gotta go ~haha~
i been out my body, a demon inside of me
since 13 b~tch, i kept a pole
a ruger excluded, they all with a scope nd’ a glizzy that comes with extensions
[verse 1]
if you know what i know then you know how it goes, so its best that you stay out my business (for real)
if its smoke then its smoke, ain’t no callin’ it off; bodies drop back to back in the trenches (pick em up)
that lil b~tch that you lovin’, you think that you be cuffin? she told the whole gang where you livin’ (facts)
so don’t be surprised you keep tryina hide nd’ somebody else come up missin’ (no)
see i wouldn’t be snappin’ like this if these rappers they really rappin’ what they livin’ (stack it up)
but~ but these n~ggas so caught up in cap, i gotta say facts; let me paint yall a picture
when i was thirteen i’ll stand on a block, with a stick pokin’ out of my breechers (brandy)
when you was in school? i was still on the block, i was front line in the trenches
[chorus]
see i come from the rack where the n~ggas don’t play fair
(nah)
come here, let me get that
and them n~gga been talkin’ to tough on the internet ~haha~
nah, but i ain’t really with that (nah)
i got young n~ggas steppin’ for free, they’ll do what i say if i tell them to go (for real)
ain’t no shootin’ that car, we gon’ hop out on feet nd’ i promise somebody gon’ score (boom, boom, boom)
if n0body don’t drop? then i put this on god, then we spinnin’ three days in a row (skiirt)
if you lil n~gga talkin’ too much? oh for sure, one of these lil n~ggas gotta go (nah)
i been out my body, a demon inside of me
since 13 b~tch, i kept a pole
a ruger excluded, they all with a scope nd’ a glizzy that comes with extensions
[verse 2]
lets turn up the score (lets get it)
since the number been gone, they been thinkin’ its sweet ~haha~
so now imma spin everyday of the week nd’ i ain’t gon’ stop until his face on a t (boom boom boom)
they keep tellin’ me chill nd’ go chase me a deal like they really don’t know i been signed to the streets
i been runnin’ up commas nd’ chasin’ them numbers and i do this sh~t with no sleep (okay)
before i was rappin’? i sat in the trap
let me quit cappin’, i was front nd’ back
i keep hearin’ rumors somebody gon’ jack me
i still ride around with the glock nd’ my lap
so go with your move nd’ murder this b~tch out
you say you gon’ step? well we finna find out
if you live how i live nd’ you did what i did then you feel how i feel
ain’t no other way out
i do what i do nd’ i be stickin’ nd’ movin’
you see me front line, nd’ you know what i’m doin’
you keep talkin’ tough, but thats over computers
when you see them n~ggas? you cluchin’ your toolie
but when i see them n~ggas? i’m uppin’ nd’ shootin’
b~tch this my life, it ain’t sh~t like the movies
i live what i rap, ain’t no cap; don’t be stupid
see where i come from? n~ggas know how i’m livin
it ain’t no forgiveness, you cross me? you finished
don’t send your big homie to see how i’m feelin’
cause all that sh~t dead, just like you and the endin’
we ain’t gotta talk nd’ we ain’t gotta tweet
leave it in the streets, till we be deceased
nd’ i’m gon’ tell you like my momma told me
don’t you send no young hitter to handle your beef
we got all the smoke, drop a addy nd’ meet on gang
[outro]
i keep tryina tell you n~ggas (on god)
the same guns we post with? (yhea) be the same guns we step with
nd’ we have six racks everyday (on bread)
if a n~gga wants smoke, pop out
lets get it, on gang
aye
long live the guys n~gga
long live top boy wizz
bg4l, yall know what the f~ck goin’ on
on gang
young [?]
(and we real n~ggas, don’t play fair)
(play with it, they gon’ get that)
(nd’ these n~ggas be talkin’ to tough on the internet)
(nah, like i ain’t with that)
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