[Intro]
(Valentine, this shit go crazy)
(Shark)
[Verse 1: Lil Poppa]
Ayy, nigga, if it's up, this shit can go down
Ayy, bitches, you gon' let me fuck? I need to know now
In lovin' memory, R.I.P., he took the whole round
808, this bitch be stressin' me, I might need a whole pound
[Chorus: Lil Poppa]
I might try to speed up, she gon' tell me, "Slow down"
Ayy, tell them niggas, "Ease up," try to bite my whole style
Shit, I might need to grow up, I just had a whole child
And, we gon' tear this city up, yeah, we burn down the whole town
Like, shh, don't say it so loud
Yeah, this a red zone, put you in the dead zone now, uh
I tell the DJ, "Bring it back for all the hitters in the cut"
Tell 'em niggas run it back, they tryna spin right now
[Verse 2: Lil Poppa]
Since I told, it's tit for tat, you gon' get it just for that
I got some BDs in my city, they just take it, they don't rap
Half of them niggas, all cap
Ayy, I'm too geeked, so, I don't nap
They say we not, they postin' R.I.P. on the same app
Been trappin' three days straight, he ain't even take a bath
He ain't get to see his kids, ain't get to fuck his better half
'Cause this some shit they got to have
I hear him talkin', I just laugh
That same shit you flexin', I spent that in Saks Fifth Ave
Nigga, that mean it was nothin'
That lil' bitch you're lovin', she fuckin'
That nigga you cuff been confronted by my cousin
Then you try and sit back, you try and get this lick back, why you rushin'?
Like, fuck it, that shit ain't nothin', we hop out bustin'
(Valentine, this shit go crazy)
(Shark)
[Verse 1: Lil Poppa]
Ayy, nigga, if it's up, this shit can go down
Ayy, bitches, you gon' let me fuck? I need to know now
In lovin' memory, R.I.P., he took the whole round
808, this bitch be stressin' me, I might need a whole pound
[Chorus: Lil Poppa]
I might try to speed up, she gon' tell me, "Slow down"
Ayy, tell them niggas, "Ease up," try to bite my whole style
Shit, I might need to grow up, I just had a whole child
And, we gon' tear this city up, yeah, we burn down the whole town
Like, shh, don't say it so loud
Yeah, this a red zone, put you in the dead zone now, uh
I tell the DJ, "Bring it back for all the hitters in the cut"
Tell 'em niggas run it back, they tryna spin right now
[Verse 2: Lil Poppa]
Since I told, it's tit for tat, you gon' get it just for that
I got some BDs in my city, they just take it, they don't rap
Half of them niggas, all cap
Ayy, I'm too geeked, so, I don't nap
They say we not, they postin' R.I.P. on the same app
Been trappin' three days straight, he ain't even take a bath
He ain't get to see his kids, ain't get to fuck his better half
'Cause this some shit they got to have
I hear him talkin', I just laugh
That same shit you flexin', I spent that in Saks Fifth Ave
Nigga, that mean it was nothin'
That lil' bitch you're lovin', she fuckin'
That nigga you cuff been confronted by my cousin
Then you try and sit back, you try and get this lick back, why you rushin'?
Like, fuck it, that shit ain't nothin', we hop out bustin'
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