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Yoz what you tellin' me yeah

What you tellin' me yeah

I got Snacks to the right of me

I got Mikey to the left of me huh wait

Woo

Look look

Ayy what up

Hold on what they talkin' 'bout hey what them folks talkin' 'bout

Huh look huh

Buddy gon' grrt that grrt that brrt that brrt that

Send shots make 'em get back

All that chit-chat chit-chat riff-raff riff-raff

My n***as ain't into that

N***a be talkin' hot but he ain't on woo

I got like fifty rounds up in this clip

If I go to jail I'll plead the Fifth uh

'Cause mommy still gon' love her kid

Tryna lock me up and give me a bid huh

I'm like the pigs

The judge like why you actin' like a ****

I said I'm movin' like I'm Steven Vic

My lawyer like Poppy why you brazen

I said I pop a Perc' and feel amazin'

I shoot for the stars I'm a foundation huh

Look at the money I'm raisin'

She wanna hold on

She snuck in the book have her wait for arraignment

She get **** and edible arrangements

That's the only form of payment

Shawty a snack

And after I snack I'ma blow out her back

She like Poppy you so crazy huh

I told her wine on me baby woah

She want a star

She wanna 'cause she know who we are

These hoes be dirty ain't hittin' 'em raw

When it come to hoes I got galore grrt

She wanna grip that lick that ask where the stick at

Freak put my **** where her lips at woo

She goin' all gas no chit-chat ayy

She goin' all gas no chit-chat

Ayy bah-bah-ba-bum bum

Here come that boy with the drum woo

If I pull it out then that boy gonna run brrt brrt

If he want the smoke knock the beef out his bun ayy

I go dumb dumb dumb go dumb

Air it out leave him slump-slump-slumped baow

What they say they know that I'm gucci

Pull up with a pump-pump-pump Pop pop pop