Lil Poppa - Boys To Men lyrics
Janarious Mykel Wheeler
[Lil Poppa - Boys To Men lyrics]
Turn me up, YC
Red, that ho so fuckin' bumpin', bro
Them niggas send shots, we send shots back
Lil' One said they on the block
Take 'em where the opps at
We need another Glock
Fuck it go and cop that
What the fuck 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 fuck it and I jumped
Straight off the porch
Go where ever Dooda go
Intеrrogation 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
Takе 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
And 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
Fuck that shit run up my
Bands, fuck 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 fifty
Fuck 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
And 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
Red, that ho so fuckin' bumpin', bro
Them niggas send shots, we send shots back
Lil' One said they on the block
Take 'em where the opps at
We need another Glock
Fuck it go and cop that
What the fuck 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 fuck it and I jumped
Straight off the porch
Go where ever Dooda go
Intеrrogation 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
Takе 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
And 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
Fuck that shit run up my
Bands, fuck 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 fifty
Fuck 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
And 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