Lil Wayne, Curren$y - Poppin lyrics
Lil Wayne [Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.] New Orleans, Louisiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Lil Wayne, Curren$y - Poppin lyrics]
(808 Mafia) face ass
No Ceilings, hah! No Ceilings
Yeah, no (Got 'em)
I'm standin' at a table full of choppas
Nigga
I'm sippin' on the maple, Aunt Jemima, nigga
And trust me, nigga, you don't want no drama
Nigga cause I swear we all
Nuts, John Bobbitt, nigga, woah
If you ain't got no
Skaters you ain't poppin', nigga
If you ain't got no
Skaters you ain't poppin', nigga
If you ain't got no skaters you ain't gnarly
Nigga yeah you see us, we just
Skatin', you just fallin', nigga, woah
She tryna put this money in her stocking
She kinda thick as fuck
And got some knockers, woah
My niggas really Blood
And you just spotting whoa
We all over the bread like a Sloppy Joe
And when I'm in the pussy I'm a boss
Knock her off
My enemy don't cross the line I draw
Respect my art man I swear to God
These pussies soft like a moth
Weezy baby, diaper off, different cloth
Different thoughts
Sippin' syrup like it's broth, life is short
Tart, fuck his bitch, whip his kids
Drive his car
I'm grindin', tryna stack a hundred commas
Just popped a combo, I
Ain't talkin' bout McDonald's, woah
I'm standin' at a table full of choppas
I'm standin' in the Maybach
Cause it's topless
I'm standin' at a table full of options
Different bitches, different flavors
Different toppings
And we ain't got no traitors in our posse
And really I'm just wavy and I'm saucy
And really I'm amazing and I'm awesome
My whole squad lit, nigga, arson
If you ain't got no skaters
You ain't gnarly nigga
If you ain't been to Vegas
You ain't party nigga
Shout out to Lil Capito and Marley nigga
I've been fuckin' with them since Atari
Nigga
And me, I'm a lil 504 New Orleans nigga
I be in 305 though like a Marlin, nigga
And Hoody, he from Texas, bitches boppin'
Mane and since I met him, I
Ain't ran out of drank, whoa!
When we leave H Town, it's in a fish tank
Glass house Chevrolet, you can see everything
Bad bitches with cocaine nose rings
Give it up to real niggas and expose lames
Cold game, got me in the Mulsanne
Killin' these streets, audio drug slang
If you don't collect Ferraris
You ain't poppin', nigga
You could learn Italian in my driveway
Bitches if it ain't OG, I ain't coppin'
Don't smoke, we just throw it in the garbage
Them niggas ain't tough, they just talkin'
Outchea after dark, them niggas targets
Horror movie writer, I be with the monsters
Trill surround us
You might not make it out 'em
Phone calls in the morning
Say they found him
Whole hood wanna see what y'all
Gon' do about it
Rolled up on the front porch
At my grandma's house
Watchin' Blood Sport through the screen door
What you know about gunshots? Ever seen war?
I've really seen more than I talk 'bout
Nigga stuntin' on streets you're scared
To drive down
Our town, children be firin' live rounds
Hug the ground 'cause the
Shit gettin' serious
Fuck around, get killed unintentional
While I'm outchea eatin', nigga, Whole Foods
Rollin' up straight gas, fresh produce
I'm the guy that you go to, criminal smooth
Digital moves, triple the loot
Hopped on the phone, called the lot
"Gimme the coupe"
I thought of Tune, called back, told him
"Give me two" that's what I do
If you ain't got no
Daytons, you ain't poppin', nigga
One time for my low-riders hoppin', nigga
Yeah, eah, eah nah, nah nah, nah
Yeah
No Ceilings, hah! No Ceilings
Yeah, no (Got 'em)
I'm standin' at a table full of choppas
Nigga
I'm sippin' on the maple, Aunt Jemima, nigga
And trust me, nigga, you don't want no drama
Nigga cause I swear we all
Nuts, John Bobbitt, nigga, woah
If you ain't got no
Skaters you ain't poppin', nigga
If you ain't got no
Skaters you ain't poppin', nigga
If you ain't got no skaters you ain't gnarly
Nigga yeah you see us, we just
Skatin', you just fallin', nigga, woah
She tryna put this money in her stocking
She kinda thick as fuck
And got some knockers, woah
My niggas really Blood
And you just spotting whoa
We all over the bread like a Sloppy Joe
And when I'm in the pussy I'm a boss
Knock her off
My enemy don't cross the line I draw
Respect my art man I swear to God
These pussies soft like a moth
Weezy baby, diaper off, different cloth
Different thoughts
Sippin' syrup like it's broth, life is short
Tart, fuck his bitch, whip his kids
Drive his car
I'm grindin', tryna stack a hundred commas
Just popped a combo, I
Ain't talkin' bout McDonald's, woah
I'm standin' at a table full of choppas
I'm standin' in the Maybach
Cause it's topless
I'm standin' at a table full of options
Different bitches, different flavors
Different toppings
And we ain't got no traitors in our posse
And really I'm just wavy and I'm saucy
And really I'm amazing and I'm awesome
My whole squad lit, nigga, arson
If you ain't got no skaters
You ain't gnarly nigga
If you ain't been to Vegas
You ain't party nigga
Shout out to Lil Capito and Marley nigga
I've been fuckin' with them since Atari
Nigga
And me, I'm a lil 504 New Orleans nigga
I be in 305 though like a Marlin, nigga
And Hoody, he from Texas, bitches boppin'
Mane and since I met him, I
Ain't ran out of drank, whoa!
When we leave H Town, it's in a fish tank
Glass house Chevrolet, you can see everything
Bad bitches with cocaine nose rings
Give it up to real niggas and expose lames
Cold game, got me in the Mulsanne
Killin' these streets, audio drug slang
If you don't collect Ferraris
You ain't poppin', nigga
You could learn Italian in my driveway
Bitches if it ain't OG, I ain't coppin'
Don't smoke, we just throw it in the garbage
Them niggas ain't tough, they just talkin'
Outchea after dark, them niggas targets
Horror movie writer, I be with the monsters
Trill surround us
You might not make it out 'em
Phone calls in the morning
Say they found him
Whole hood wanna see what y'all
Gon' do about it
Rolled up on the front porch
At my grandma's house
Watchin' Blood Sport through the screen door
What you know about gunshots? Ever seen war?
I've really seen more than I talk 'bout
Nigga stuntin' on streets you're scared
To drive down
Our town, children be firin' live rounds
Hug the ground 'cause the
Shit gettin' serious
Fuck around, get killed unintentional
While I'm outchea eatin', nigga, Whole Foods
Rollin' up straight gas, fresh produce
I'm the guy that you go to, criminal smooth
Digital moves, triple the loot
Hopped on the phone, called the lot
"Gimme the coupe"
I thought of Tune, called back, told him
"Give me two" that's what I do
If you ain't got no
Daytons, you ain't poppin', nigga
One time for my low-riders hoppin', nigga
Yeah, eah, eah nah, nah nah, nah
Yeah