Used To Poppin Yung Mal

[Intro]
(Hzrd went crazy on that motherfucker)

[Chorus]
Like a mil' when you walk in my closet
Had to stay on my grind, I went got it
I got used to poppin'
Bands, they bustin' out my pocket
I really came out the projects
All that money, got it pilin'
They told me get it, now I got it
My young niggas, they been wildin'
Ride in this bitch with them dirty K's
Yes, we got a whole lot of choppers
I know a nigga caught a case and he fold
The nigga had told on his brothers
Ride in that Wraith, feel like I'm outer space
And I got a whole lot of choppers
It ain't my birthday, but I got a whole lot of cake
And I got a whole lot of problems

[Verse 1]
Got a good brain on her, I think that bitch went to college
I ran that shit up, I been savin' my guala
I pray my young niggas don't catch a body
Some niggas had tried us, said fuck it, they slidin'
I go get my own, I can't wait on nobody
I show that love, never hate on nobody
I hold this shit down, I can't fold, I'm too solid
I'm a rich young nigga, still post in the projects
Went major league, but don't play for the Dodgers
I roll up exotic, it smell like I vomit
My niggas ride with me, they steppin' and stompin'
Shoot at the top of the head, not the stomach
I go retarded, we got the money, went dummy
Spent a forty right on my chain, this shit nothin'
Gotta watch how you run up on me, they might bust you
They know I came from nothing