[Verse 1: Lil Poppa]
Game changer, I got these niggas pissed off
Yellow VV's, I'm thinking 'bout pissing my wrist off
My shooter speak sign language, only talk when his stick talk
In other words, with that choppa, he gon' knock a bitch off
Keep thinking it's a game, come on, go with your move
Your lil' brother get out at two, we'll catch you at his school
Nigga paperwork hit the media, everybody think it's cool
How they some killers and the law? Come on now, I'm confused
[Chorus: Lil Poppa]
Gone be a lot of niggas dead 'fore the foolishness stop
Gone be a whole lot of shells from the Rugers and Glocks
Ay, why you claiming all these bodies? Nigga, who you done shot?
John Wick, I hang with niggas they make movies about
Bitch, I know you can't breathe from the gun smoke
And tomorrow ain't promised, so we gun tote
Don't play with me, I'll have them hitters at your front door
All I do is say the word and, bitch, you done for
[Verse 2: Lil Poppa]
Now it's a whole lot of shit that I don't play about
And it's a whole lot of shit that we'll spray about
Ain't with the talking, where you at? Go and air it out
And the police that's something we don't care about
But we ain't chilling in the spot when the feds out
Leave everything else take the bread out
Disrespect the game, you gotta die, so what you scared 'bout?
'Cause I'm that young nigga that my hitters gone bust a head 'bout
Game changer, I got these niggas pissed off
Yellow VV's, I'm thinking 'bout pissing my wrist off
My shooter speak sign language, only talk when his stick talk
In other words, with that choppa, he gon' knock a bitch off
Keep thinking it's a game, come on, go with your move
Your lil' brother get out at two, we'll catch you at his school
Nigga paperwork hit the media, everybody think it's cool
How they some killers and the law? Come on now, I'm confused
[Chorus: Lil Poppa]
Gone be a lot of niggas dead 'fore the foolishness stop
Gone be a whole lot of shells from the Rugers and Glocks
Ay, why you claiming all these bodies? Nigga, who you done shot?
John Wick, I hang with niggas they make movies about
Bitch, I know you can't breathe from the gun smoke
And tomorrow ain't promised, so we gun tote
Don't play with me, I'll have them hitters at your front door
All I do is say the word and, bitch, you done for
[Verse 2: Lil Poppa]
Now it's a whole lot of shit that I don't play about
And it's a whole lot of shit that we'll spray about
Ain't with the talking, where you at? Go and air it out
And the police that's something we don't care about
But we ain't chilling in the spot when the feds out
Leave everything else take the bread out
Disrespect the game, you gotta die, so what you scared 'bout?
'Cause I'm that young nigga that my hitters gone bust a head 'bout
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