lirik lagu yo gotti - poppin' (freestyle)
[verse]
got a bunch of guns, but ain’t shot ’em
why you got a bunch of guns, but ain’t shot ’em?
if you ain’t got no haters, you ain’t poppin’
when i be in the a, i be poppin’
king of compound, ask [?]
i be dead fresh, i’m stylish
if water around the house, that b-tch an island
late night, got a b-tch on fallon
brand new ‘rari with the rally stripes
i be in the kitchen, i’m the chef
dope ain’t coming back, i got to get it right
don’t make me f-ck your b-tch, that pussy poppin’
we be ballin’ like we hit the lotto
we some real n-gg-s, that’s the motto
we be in the club, where the sparklers at?
i just sold a brick now i got [?] bread
fell in love with a ratchet, but get model head
boy i got the 40, it got hollow heads
and you a yes n-gg-, you a bobble head
my money out the banks and hit to mexico
el chapo just escaped, i’m trying to double that
free big meech and free [?], we need blessings
i’m a dopeboy, where the legends at?
i just moved to miami with the [?]
shoutout to overtown and opa locka
i be with the haitians in little haiti
caught a dirty, d-mn near violated probation
called my mama from the bank, told her we made it
b-tch asked me if the pussy good, told her i hate it
and she lyin’ to her friends, saying i ate it
but i only [?] on the head, we never dated
if you ain’t got no haters, you ain’t poppin’
why you got a bunch of guns, but ain’t shot ’em?
n-gg-s watching in the closet, see you plottin’
boy you a f-ck n-gg-, you ridin’
why you got a bunch of guns, but ain’t shot ’em?
got a bunch of guns, but ain’t shot ’em
why you got a bunch of guns, but ain’t shot ’em?
if you ain’t got no haters, you ain’t poppin’
[outro]
this that big money shit, that executive shit
this that young n-gg- with the shirt off in the lambo shit
this that park that hoe, come back in a ‘rari shit
this that make these n-gg-s jump off the motherf-ckin’ bridge
you know what i’m talking about?
this that sky dweller plain jane on them pussies motherf-ckin’ buzz down drug
that b-tch hate it, this that crib look like a small mall on them pussies
and we cash that out
you ain’t got no haters, you ain’t poppin’
you ain’t got no enemies, you ain’t street
can’t be that likable n-gg-
we built for [?]
cmg!
art of hustle
from this day on there is no understanding
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