Poppin’ Shit Kid Ink (Ft. King Los)

[Hook: Kid Ink]
Okay
Urgh I pop shit believe that believe that, everywhere I be at
You can see that, drinks by the liter
You can see that, everywhere I be at
[King Los]
I'm poppin shit, bottles too she pop it for a g
That's what you gotta do, that's what you gotta do
We poppin shit, we poppin shit, we poppin shit

[Verse 1: King Los]
I got a couple new Roleys with a couple frozen bands
My niggas squeeze arms like a couple holding hands
Nigga VRROOM! Tryna flip that Maserati over
Smelling like izzy miyaki and my fly Versace loafers, nigga wait
Drop them hunndits, and Tony pop that perfect
I Jump in the drop murk it while bumping the locks, Porsche
Nigga wait,My shades probably cost a thousand
Fly to death, private jets flying across an island
I said, just let me explain, I was just in Spain, pump this in your brain
Nigga I'mma get this change, Puffy told me slow down
I said woah now that's a no now, nigga it's about to go down
I'm a turn Bad Boy to Motown, nigga unh, Ink? What the fuck they think?
We don't smoke it, it don't stink
This how fly niggas lean, she love my Versace that's a fly nigga thing
I was born a broke nigga I'm a die as a king
Bad boy