Testo Poppin - Yo Gotti
Testo della canzone Poppin (Yo Gotti), tratta dall'album In Trap We Trust, Vol. 3
You 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' yet
When I be in the A I be poppin'
King of Compound ask Alex yeah
I be dead fresh I'm a stylish
If water 'round the house that bitch a island yeah
Late night Gotti bitch I'm Fallon
Brand new 'Rari with the rally stripes
I be in the kitchen I'm the chef
Dope ain't coming back I gotta get it right
Don't make me fuck your bitch that pussy poppin'
We be ballin' like we hit the lotto yeah
We some real niggas that's the motto yeah
We be in the club where the sparklers at
I just sold a brick now I got butter bread
Fell in love with a ratchet but get model head
Boy I got the 40 it got hollow heads
And you a yes nigga you a bobble head
My money out the bank send it to Mexico
El Chapo just escaped I'm tryna double that
Free Big Meech and free Craig Petties we need blessings yeah
I'm a dope boy where the legends at
I just moved to Miami with the shottas
Shout out to Overtown and Opa-Locka yeah
I be with the Haitians in Lil Haiti
Caught a 30 damn near violate probation
Call my mama from the bank told her we made it
Bitch ask me is the pussy good I told her I hate it
Now she lying to her friends saying I ate it
But I only fucked her head we never dated yeah
If you ain't got no haters you ain't poppin'
Why you got a bunch of guns but ain't shot 'em?
Niggas watching in the club see you plottin'
You a fuck nigga boy you rotten yeah
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' yet
Aye this that big money shit
This executive shit
This that young nigga with the shirt off in the Lambo shit
This that park that hoe come back through in the 'Rari shit
This that make these niggas jump off the
Motherfucking bridge you know what I'm talking about
This that Skydweller plain Jane on them pussies
That's a half a hundred
This that motherfucking bust down joint
That bitch ate it
This the crib look like a small mall on these pussies
And we cashed that out
You ain't got no haters you ain't poppin'
You ain't got no enemies you ain't street
You can't be that likable nigga
We built for all love
CMG all the hustlers
And from this day on there's no understanding
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Writer(s): Vidal Davis, Andre Harris, Johnta M. Austin
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