(Turn me up YC)
Them niggas send shots, we send shots back (RealRed, I'm so f*ckin' bumpin', bro)
Lil' one said they on the block, take 'em where the opps at
We need another Glock, f*ck it, go and cop that
What the f*ck wrong with the cops, asking, "Where Poppa at?"
You little boys can't hang with us, I don't care who you know
Them niggas don't want no war with us I see straight through the smoke
We take them K's on tour with us, you know them shooters go
Soon as you meet, hop out on feet, yeah, that's that ooda flow
Bitch, don't ask what happened to Leeke, I don't want you to know
You gonna have me thinking you creep and I can't shoot a ho
Said, "F*ck it" and I jumped straight off the porch, go where ever Dooda go
Interrogation, they was trying bring up that boy, I don't know no foolio
Ayy, Lil Poppa, I know why them niggas mad they ain't want you to blow
Take care my fam, I gotta run me up a bag, that's who I do it for
Usually high but I'm not right now, that's all I got right now
Wasn't for this, then I probably be on the block right now
So I ain't playing, my lil' nigga say ya hot right now
You need a fan, he eager to let off shots right now
He get to spraying
Feel like you can't, but you can, so I ain't hearing what you saying
This all was part of the plan, going from a boy to a man
F*ck that shit run up my bands, f*ck that jewelry I need some land
They say my fans depend on me but I'm depending on my fans
I mix Fanta with the lean, bitch, this Percocet a ten
I need to give this shit away, I pray this shit come to an end
Bitch, while you gossping, out here pussy popping, telling all your friends
Can't talk to nobody but God about it, I committed all them sins
I probably be back at square one, if I took care of all my kin
But to everybody that stayed down, I swear we all gonna win
Ain't I got no time to be stressing bout no shit I'm fed up
Before you lay down, look bitch, you know you gotta give that head up
Now I can't lie, girl you the shit now gonna toot that ass up
Say Poppa, "I know no less than 50" f*ck you think this bookbag for?
Ayy, Lil Poppa, I know why them niggas mad they ain't want you to blow
Take care my fam, I gotta run me up a bag, that's who I do it for
Usually high but I'm not right now, that's all I got right now
Wasn't for this, then I probably be on the block right now
So I ain't playing, my lil' nigga say ya hot right now
You need a fan, he eager to let off shots right now
He get to spraying
Feel like you can't, but you can, so I ain't hearing what you saying
This all was part of the plan, going from a boy to a man
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(Turn me up YC)
Them niggas send shots, we send shots back (RealRed, I'm so f*ckin' bumpin', bro)
Lil' one said they on the block, take 'em where the opps at
We need another Glock, f*ck it, go and cop that
What the f*ck wrong with the cops, asking, "Where Poppa at?"
You little boys can't hang with us, I don't care who you know
Them niggas don't want no war with us I see straight through the smoke
We take them K's on tour with us, you know them shooters go
Soon as you meet, hop out on feet, yeah, that's that ooda flow
Bitch, don't ask what happened to Leeke, I don't want you to know
You gonna have me thinking you creep and I can't shoot a ho
Said, "F*ck it" and I jumped straight off the porch, go where ever Dooda go
Interrogation, they was trying bring up that boy, I don't know no foolio
Ayy, Lil Poppa, I know why them niggas mad they ain't want you to blow
Take care my fam, I gotta run me up a bag, that's who I do it for
Usually high but I'm not right now, that's all I got right now
Wasn't for this, then I probably be on the block right now
So I ain't playing, my lil' nigga say ya hot right now
You need a fan, he eager to let off shots right now
He get to spraying
Feel like you can't, but you can, so I ain't hearing what you saying
This all was part of the plan, going from a boy to a man
F*ck that shit run up my bands, f*ck that jewelry I need some land
They say my fans depend on me but I'm depending on my fans
I mix Fanta with the lean, bitch, this Percocet a ten
I need to give this shit away, I pray this shit come to an end
Bitch, while you gossping, out here pussy popping, telling all your friends
Can't talk to nobody but God about it, I committed all them sins
I probably be back at square one, if I took care of all my kin
But to everybody that stayed down, I swear we all gonna win
Ain't I got no time to be stressing bout no shit I'm fed up
Before you lay down, look bitch, you know you gotta give that head up
Now I can't lie, girl you the shit now gonna toot that ass up
Say Poppa, "I know no less than 50" f*ck you think this bookbag for?
Ayy, Lil Poppa, I know why them niggas mad they ain't want you to blow
Take care my fam, I gotta run me up a bag, that's who I do it for
Usually high but I'm not right now, that's all I got right now
Wasn't for this, then I probably be on the block right now
So I ain't playing, my lil' nigga say ya hot right now
You need a fan, he eager to let off shots right now
He get to spraying
Feel like you can't, but you can, so I ain't hearing what you saying
This all was part of the plan, going from a boy to a man
Them niggas send shots, we send shots back (RealRed, I'm so f*ckin' bumpin', bro)
Lil' one said they on the block, take 'em where the opps at
We need another Glock, f*ck it, go and cop that
What the f*ck wrong with the cops, asking, "Where Poppa at?"
You little boys can't hang with us, I don't care who you know
Them niggas don't want no war with us I see straight through the smoke
We take them K's on tour with us, you know them shooters go
Soon as you meet, hop out on feet, yeah, that's that ooda flow
Bitch, don't ask what happened to Leeke, I don't want you to know
You gonna have me thinking you creep and I can't shoot a ho
Said, "F*ck it" and I jumped straight off the porch, go where ever Dooda go
Interrogation, they was trying bring up that boy, I don't know no foolio
Ayy, Lil Poppa, I know why them niggas mad they ain't want you to blow
Take care my fam, I gotta run me up a bag, that's who I do it for
Usually high but I'm not right now, that's all I got right now
Wasn't for this, then I probably be on the block right now
So I ain't playing, my lil' nigga say ya hot right now
You need a fan, he eager to let off shots right now
He get to spraying
Feel like you can't, but you can, so I ain't hearing what you saying
This all was part of the plan, going from a boy to a man
F*ck that shit run up my bands, f*ck that jewelry I need some land
They say my fans depend on me but I'm depending on my fans
I mix Fanta with the lean, bitch, this Percocet a ten
I need to give this shit away, I pray this shit come to an end
Bitch, while you gossping, out here pussy popping, telling all your friends
Can't talk to nobody but God about it, I committed all them sins
I probably be back at square one, if I took care of all my kin
But to everybody that stayed down, I swear we all gonna win
Ain't I got no time to be stressing bout no shit I'm fed up
Before you lay down, look bitch, you know you gotta give that head up
Now I can't lie, girl you the shit now gonna toot that ass up
Say Poppa, "I know no less than 50" f*ck you think this bookbag for?
Ayy, Lil Poppa, I know why them niggas mad they ain't want you to blow
Take care my fam, I gotta run me up a bag, that's who I do it for
Usually high but I'm not right now, that's all I got right now
Wasn't for this, then I probably be on the block right now
So I ain't playing, my lil' nigga say ya hot right now
You need a fan, he eager to let off shots right now
He get to spraying
Feel like you can't, but you can, so I ain't hearing what you saying
This all was part of the plan, going from a boy to a man
Writer: Christopher Pearson, Jenarious Wheeler
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.