Poppin

[Intro: Gucci Mane & BigWalkDog]

1017 (Poppin'), BigWalkDog (BigWalkDog)

Big 1017 (Ayy)

Hey, hey

Hey, hey

[Chorus: BigWalkDog]

When you poppin’

Every time you move, you gotta move with a rocket (Uh)

Lookin' at the jewel, you see a pool and a faucet (Grr)

Designer hit the mail, come straight from the tropic

Got a coconut smell, but it hit like we boxin' (Yeah)

She only ate the ****, but she still sayin’ toxic

She know I got racks, so she do it more sloppy

Off a Percocet, I can't feel my body

But she ain't gettin' shit outta none of these pockets (Nope)

[Verse 1: BigWalkDog & Gucci Mane]

Nah, she ain't gettin' shit outta none of thеse wallets

Broke down a 'bow just to smokе at hibachi

I ain't need me a plug, I’m the whole damn socket

Came, nailed down a opp, come on, he roadblockin’

Sippin' on Wocky, pop me a Roxy, know they gon’ watch me

Built for this shit, nigga, how they gon' stop me?

I was just loadin' up shit on the dolly

I feel like fly, I don't need nobody

Big dawg, I’m for real, I don't need co-signin'

Might go get me 'Cat or a Scat, no mileage (Skrrt)

In the city where I'm from, we ain't have no God

Nigga play with who? Nigga play with Wop, know they dyin'

Might just go to Wafi, get a twenty, make it shine

I ain't never had shit, not a mother****in' dime

Wop got me out the trenches, had murder on my mind (Wop)

And the plug just called, said thirty on the line (Uh)

Need a P up in the east and need a P up in the west

He ain't grabin' two, then it's on to the next

Thirteen with my daddy, watchin' niggas get finessed

On the first and the third gettin' everybody check

Make a block, do it again, gettin' everybody stretched

I done made it out, so I'm at you **** nigga neck

Don't know what I want, new Jacob or Patek, flex

[Chorus: BigWalkDog & Gucci Mane]

When you poppin'

Every time you move, you gotta move with a rocket (Uh)

Lookin' at the jewel, you see a pool and a faucet

Designer hit the mail, come straight from the tropic

Got a coconut smell, but it hit like we boxin' (Yeah)

She only ate the ****, but she still sayin' toxic (Ugh)

Know I got racks, so she do it more sloppy

Off a Percocet, I can't feel my body

But she ain't gettin' shit outta none of these pockets (Nope)

Every time you move, you gotta move with a rocket (Blaow)

Lookin' at the jewel, you see a pool and a faucet (Bling)

Designer hit the mail, come straight from the tropic (Yeah)

Got a coconut smell, but it hit like we boxin' (Shh)

She only ate the ****, but she still sayin' toxic

She know I got racks, so she do it more sloppy (It's Gucci)

Off a Percocet, I can't feel my body

But she ain't gettin' shit outta none of these pockets (Ha)

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]

Can't nobody pop shit the way I pop it (Ha)

Million dollar watch on my wrist, no cappin' (Bling)

Say he got money, where it went, what happened? (Wah)

Sign with Gucci Mane, get rich, go Platinum (Go, go)

I know the feds watchin', but 12 can't stop it (Stoppin')

The bales came in, I pulled up, went shoppin' (Pulled up)

Pull up in a Dawn and the top start droppin' (The Dawn)

They let me outta jail and the price start hoppin' ('Wop)

Cartel mailbox money so dirty you could smell my money (Ah)

I'm equipped by money, if you owe me, better pay my money

So rich that I weigh my money and I look like money

And I don't really need new friends

So please stop callin' me twin, I'ma say that shit again

You ain't never killed no man

So you could never fit in my skin, it's Big Gucci Mane (It's Gucci)

[Chorus: BigWalkDog & Gucci Mane]

Every time you move, you gotta move with a rocket (Ha)

Lookin' at the jewel, you see a pool and a faucet

Designer hit the mail, come straight from the tropic

Got a coconut smell, but it hit like we boxin'

She only ate the ****, but she still sayin' toxic

Know I got racks, so she do it more sloppy

Off a Percocet, I can't feel my body

But she ain't gettin' shit outta none of these pockets (Nope)

[Verse 3: BigWalkDog]

Same young nigga still posted in the trick

On a plane with an opp, 'bout to go off in his shit

I don't even like flyin', can't move with a stick

Called my junkie out the jungle, he gon' pull up with the stick

On the phone with him now, he gon' pull up by six

Talkin' 'bout tappin' in, I ain't tappin' in shit

You ain't tap in with me before a nigga got rich

My homie poppin' Percocet, doctor say he at risk

Smokin' Wedding Cake, ain't nobody married in this *****

From the street, now a nigga really married to this shit

I was broke than a *****, now I'm havin' all this grip

Need blue cheese salad, nothin' added to the mix

Went from noodle with the cracker, steak added on the list

Got a Glock 17, nothin' added but a switch

Got this shit up out the mud, wouldn't hand it to a nigga

'Fore they label me a rat, they gon' label me a killer