CEO Trayle - Poppin' Shit lyrics

Uh, yeah uh
Here come junky Johnny
Ask him what he tryna get
(His name is Kino Beats) i sent lil' Imani
You know he think with his dick
(Trauma Tone)

I been poppin' shit and my Glock, I pop it
Bitch exotic, white like Dolly
We go Scotty, Be-Vo-Latti
Get more head, then he got body
She got more bread than she got body
High speeding through the projects
Big Backdoor finna grow exotics
When you see the opps, up score
Don't stop it

Yeah, we breaking bread at the table
Bitch, I'm the head of the label
Fuck on a bitch every weekend
She might call me Abel
She tryna get married, I said I'm disabled
What do you bring to the table?
Bitch, I'm the whole fuckin' table
I'm the chairs and the plates and the ankles
Triple crossed and I broke a bitch ankles
Photographer catchin' my angles
Told my bitch my back be hurtin', it dangle
Don't let the money come change you
Money be bringin' out feelings
They try to come back and they
Act like it ain't true
They got you on camera and you tryna sit
Here and act like it ain't you
Bitch say, "Why everybody wanna date you?"
I want you to suck it
But I need my space too
In a space coupe and it's bulletproof
You try to shoot at it
From the law, I'ma run, I'm a fugitive
Try take my chain
They'll be reading his eulogy
Got a gun and it came with a cooling kit
Gotta cool this bitch down
When I'm shooting it
Day going good, bitch might ruin it
They say my flow gettin' nasty like sewerage
And I can't stop 'til I'm super rich
Don't open that door
I don't give a fuck who it is
Yeah, uh, say you gon' shoot
Then do it then mr backdoor, he the hooligan
Walk in the spot, they be like, "Damn
Not you again"
Is you smoking the drugs or you moving it?
A supplier or you the one doing it?
I won't come if I can't get the brew in it
I don't want no bitch that want no tea, uh
My bitch want M's
We can make a sex tape just like Ray J, Kim
Bitch, don't go, I'm blem, yeah
Percocet drop, then my flow start trim
Somethin' to put the Goyard in
Say you a ho if they pull your ho card again
I don't wanna see no yard again

I been poppin' shit and my Glock, I pop it
Bitch exotic, white like Dolly
We go Scotty, Be-Vo-Latti
Get more head, then he got body
She got more bread than she got body
High speeding through the projects
Big Backdoor finna grow exotics
When you see the opps, up score
Don't stop it