lil wayne-poppin

Face up No Ceilings, No Ceilings No 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 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 Now you see us, we just skatin', you just fallin', nigga She tryna put this money in a stocking She kinda thick as fuck and got some knockers My niggas really blood and you just spottin' 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 mark 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 cars, fuck I'm grindin', tryna stack a hundred commas Just popped a combo, I ain't talkin' 'bout McDonald's I'm standin' at a table full of choppas I'm standin' in a 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 all in, 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 Hoodie, he from Texas, bitches boppin', man And since I met him, I ain't ran out of drank When we leave H-Town it's in a fish tank Glass house Chevrolet, you can see everything Bad bitches with cocaine nose rings Get it with the real niggas and expose lames Cold game got me in the Mo sane 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, we 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 of 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 this shit gettin' serious Fuck around, get killed unintentional When 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 it through, 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 lowriders hoppin', nigga L

D-Roc I bought a white Bentayga Had to creep through the night in the spaceship We was runnin' outside from the jake Now I put a lot of ice in the face, huh Keep a lot of shooters in the cut, cut And I got a ride with the tuck-up, huh Gave a hundred racks to my brother, huh Pop out the check, I'ma fuck up, huh Uh, and I got the whole hood on go Look at my neck, my wrist, my pinky, all froze Stunnaman, stunnaman, stunnaman Drip, drip, down to my toes Still pull up in the Rolls, Rolls Got a Ferrari when I drive through the hills All of my niggas outside, for real I'm 'bout to shit on niggas, diarrhea It's a lot of fake niggas, I'ma die real I'll be hanging outside with guerillas Lost my dawg, wanna die with my niggas Niggas rather be fly than realer And if the opps wanna slide, get hit up I'm in the gang for the dirty, dirty My right hand keep a .30 clip I done did some time with the murderers I ain't gotta shine on purpose, huh Plot 'em every time I put up (put up) Trap house lookin' like a cookout (cookout) He was creepin' up, get the red dot, headshot I bought a white Bentayga Had to creep through the night in the spaceship We was runnin' outside from the jake Now I put a lot of ice in the face, huh Keep a lot of shooters in the cut, cut And I got a ride with the tuck-up, huh Gave a hundred racks to my brother, huh Pop out the check, I'ma fuck up, huh Uh, and I got the whole hood on go Look at my neck, my wrist, my pinky, all froze Stunnaman, stunnaman, stunnaman Drip, drip, down to my toes Still pull up in the Rolls, Rolls (Stunna, yeah, Rich Gang) Cap a slingshot on 80 shit Cherry wood in all my whips Do it big, that label shit Created shit but stayed hood rich (stayed rich) That's how we lace this shit Get money, stay break a bitch At the top of the hill, another shootout With a hundred mil', we wave that shit (we wave that shit) Chanel bag, jewelries be hundreds or mo' (hundreds or mo') And I got my whole hood on go (hood on go) Bird call, I hate a lace, then got ghost (got ghost) Rich nigga, Roberto Cavalli, marble floors I bought a white Bentayga Had to creep through the night in the spaceship We was runnin' outside from the jake Now I put a lot of ice in the face, huh Keep a lot of shooters in the cut, cut And I got a ride with the tuck-up, huh Gave a hundred racks to my brother, huh Pop out the check, I'ma fuck up, huh Uh, and I got the whole hood on go Look at my neck, my wrist, my pinky, all froze Stunnaman, stunnaman, stunnaman Drip, drip, down to my toes Still pull up in the Rolls, Rolls Uh, stunnaman, stunnaman, bulletproof Cullinan Chrome Heart bust, now I weigh it underhand Spent a couple hunnid bands, that was just for the band Put a dirty hundred grand up in the laundry bag 'Bout to pop another Xan', 'bout to smoke a hundred grams I'ma be who I am, you are not what I am Lit like the light at the end of the tunnel, man But the light just might be a train comin', man I had to spend some money to win some money I had the rooftop down but still had the tits up on it Weed so good, I taste up on it Lit hoe tryna inch up on me while my bitch up on me Rose gold looking like ketchup on me I let that choppa ring, my holy matrimony All red like Patrick, homie Redbone, got her lashes on me I can't even sleep tight without a million cash inside the mattress, homie Told bae I'm in the booth, you gon' have to play with the pussy on FaceTime Just found out the President I voted for was already dead, slime (yeah) I bought a white Bentayga Had to creep through the night in the spaceship We was runnin' outside from the jake Now I put a lot of ice in the face, huh Keep a lot of shooters in the cut, cut And I got a ride with the tuck-up, huh Gave a hundred racks to my brother, huh Pop out the check, I'ma fuck up, huh Uh, and I got the whole hood on go Look at my neck, my wrist, my pinky, all froze Stunnaman, stunnaman, stunnaman Drip, drip, down to my toes Still pull up in the Rolls, Rolls

Tee Ayy-hey, yeah, yeah Ah-ah, ah (yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah) Ayy, I'm just tryna vibe, so I'm rolling up (ayy, rolling up) We was living way too fast but we ain't know enough (I ain't know enough) Might have to get him off the path, if he try to slow me up And I got this glizzy in this bag, boy, I might blow you up (I might blow you up) And there's more than 50 when we slide You know them riders rough (them riders rough) If he playin' silly 'bout that bag, then we might tie him up Remember we was fucked up, walkin' simply We ain't have enough (we ain't have enough) We tryna get some cake These niggas hatin', they was mad at us (they was mad at us) Threw the dark hoodie on, like I'm Trayvon (like I'm Trayvon) I got shooters like the hoopers in my hood, like K Nunn (like K Nunn) Playin' victim, you know what you did, why you play dumb? Crazy thing, my niggas knew about it They ain't say nothin' (they ain't say nothin') This Percocet gon' get me higher (higher) I got to sleep and get to talkin' to Lerayah (Lerayah) She said, "Relax, my brodie, I've been sendin' my love" You tryna kill yourself, that's gon' result to fire Feed your soul like Lauryn Hill and some Wyclef Pray to the Lord He give me guidance in the right steps (the right steps) My shorties wild and they get live up in the night, yeah (the night, yeah) I'm from the darkness, baby, I'm so used to nightmares (feed your soul) Ayy, I'm just tryna vibe, so I'm rolling up (ayy, rolling up) We was living way too fast but we ain't know enough (I ain't know enough) Might have to get him off the path, if he try to slow me up And I got this glizzy in this bag, boy, I might blow you up (I might blow you up) And there's more than 50 when we slide You know them riders rough (them riders rough) If he playin' silly 'bout that bag then we might tie him up (we might tie him up) Remember we was fucked up, walkin' simply We ain't have enough (we ain't have enough) We tryna get some cake These niggas hatin', they was mad at us (they was mad at us) Yeah, I'm on the pill, cut on Lauryn Hill On the real, my G-Wag came with six Tonka wheels Born to kill, B-flag gang, put that on my tears On my lear jet airplane, tryna pop my ears Poppin' off'll get you popped for real, you know you not for real You faker than some shiny white veneers And if it's smoke, it's just a fire drill I've been lying still, in the jungle even lions chill I make a giant kneel I heard Heaven need some volunteers, that's what I've been hearin' Hit your momma crib, like your momma feared From the bottom of my heart, my heart so bottomless, baow I'll knock your top off, son (skrrt) Ready or not, here I come (feed your soul) Tunechi Ayy, I'm just tryna vibe, so I'm rolling up (ayy, rolling up) We was living way too fast but we ain't know enough (I ain't know enough) Might have to get him off the path, if he try to slow me up And I got this glizzy in this bag, boy, I might blow you up (I might blow you up) And there's more than 50 when we slide You know them riders rough (them riders rough) If he playin' silly 'bout that bag then we might tie him up (we might tie him up) Remember we was fucked up, walkin' simply We ain't have enough (we ain't have enough) We tryna get some cake These niggas hatin', they was mad at us (they was mad at us) I know you mad at me Yeah, woah, oh I know you mad Them hoes, they mad The opp, they mad One time, they mad Ha, ah-ha, ha, ha, stay mad Ha, ah-ha, ha, ha, stay mad Woah-woah, bah, bah, bah, payback Vrrr, vrrr, vrrr-vrrr, straight cash Yeah, stay mad Wit' yo' hatin' ass They mad

Who made this beat? Twysted Genius, baby If I sell my soul, I'll take it back, I'm slime forever (gimme that) I put bust down on the whole gang, we gon' shine together She got Rollies on her timepiece when she step out, she be flashin' Whenever we get alone, I give her half and she get nasty My jeans is special edition, Amiri send me these pants And now everybody be tough, is he gangster or he just actin'? Ain't got no card, don't do no fraud, seem like all of my bitches plastic Know you niggas don't want smoke, let's see who run it up the fastest Keep that fire when I'm cold, I can't let 'em catch me lackin' I know if they think I'm sweet because I'm rappin' But fuck 'em, we get active (get active) Wrap it, make sure they can't smell it Drive too far? Don't matter, I'll mail it Tryna steal swag, I see it, I smell it Used to get mad, probably beat up my celly Now I sell bags every day in my city Ain't doin' no playin', when they come, be ready I got murder on my mind like that lil' nigga Melly (free Melly) Big boy rocks, stud the same size as Nelly (ten karats) Long as I live, I'ma get this cheddar Ever since the bitch left, doin' lil' better Which car I'ma drive? It depends on the weather Rolls-Royce truck pull up like, "Hello" Pretty, tall, light skin, shake like Jell-O If the bitch actin' bougie, I'ma take her to the ghetto I ain't smokin' Runtz, then it's probably Limoncello You got a lil' boy, 'cause you not on my level Sell P's every day in the hood on my schedule Young nigga give a hoe a whole groove like Stella Jam don't shake like that, that's Jell-O Made a whole M on the road, then lay low I'm a real boss in my hood, I got say-so I was havin' choppas 'fore I heard about Dracos Put me in the casket with a bust down halo, yeah If I sell my soul, I'll take it back, I'm slime forever (give me that) I put bust down on the whole gang, we gon' shine together She got Rollies on her timepiece when she step by, she be flashin' Whenever we get alone, I give her half and she get nasty My jeans is special edition, Amiri send me these pants Now everybody be tough, is he gangster or he just actin'? Ain't got no card, don't do no fraud, seem like all of my bitches plastic Know you niggas don't want smoke, let's see who run it up the fastest Keep that fire when I'm cold, I can't let 'em catch me lackin' I know if they think I'm sweet because I'm rappin' But fuck 'em, we get active Suave (huh), sippin' promethazine latte (yuh) Sticky-ass weed like Scotch tape (yuh) Big B's, call me Banye (hoo) Me and Lil Baby compadre (yuh) What these niggas talkin' 'bout? Blasé (huh) Diamonds on me, that's pavè (huh) So bright, can't see, that's a blind date (huh) Marley and Fee tryna get high weight (ooh) I got M-O-L-L-Y weight Only once the drugs are done I feel like, "Where the hell is my grave?" Heartbeat beatin' at a high rate World stop spinnin', start to vibrate It's a cold world, so my house in Miami still came with a fireplace Pupils dilate, don't judge me I'm with a sex slave, she like rough D I got a text straight from the plug He said, "There's a drought," I said, "Funny" Now we laughin' And the only time that we act, is when we act asses Nigga, we active So if you 'bout that life, get out that casket If I sell my soul, I'll take it back, I'm slime forever (ooh, give me that) I put bust down on the whole gang, we gon' shine together (yuh) She got Rollies on her timepiece when she step by, she be flashin' Whenever we get alone, I give her half and she get nasty My jeans is special edition, Amiri send me these pants (what up, Ma?) And now everybody be tough, is he gangster or he just actin'? Ain't got no card, don't do no fraud, seem like all of my bitches plastic Know you niggas don't want smoke, let's see who run it up the fastest Keep that fire when I'm cold, I can't let 'em catch me lackin' I know if they think I'm sweet because I'm rappin' But fuck 'em, we get active Yeah, fuck 'em, we get active, yuh We can get active, yeah Still got some active, yuh Fuck 'em, we get active, huh Fuck 'em, we get active