To The Point Lil Poppa

[Intro]
Jay Foreiign
We love you, Kimmy
Wildchild shit, nigga
I'm sayin’ though
Why the fuck nigga actin' like
This fame shit done got to a nigga or somethin'
Like a nigga asked for this shit
Like a nigga won’t give all this shit up
And head back to Desi block
You know, twelve-double-o shit
Never on no hoe shit, always on some go shit
Come on tell me some more shit
Tell me some shit, I don't know

[Verse 1]
Why I don't respond to none of that shit?
'Cause I ain't no social thug
And no that shit don't come with a diss
Boy, that shit come with slugs
I let the media do they job, they supposed to judge
Been losin' love from motherfuckers, I'm supposed to love
And I don’t know no other way so I’ma cope with drugs
One gotta stay, 'cause ain’t no room for the both of us
One tried to play but ain't make it, he got his head bust
Pressure come behind me, what you think that nigga dead fo'
And I been seeing dead folks, but I ain't scared
That ain’t what the fuck these meds fo'
Eyes red Corbin who these tears shed for
Them memories I play it, too busy telling a story
I ain't got time to diss the dead
But fuck them niggas they dead, how many times I gotta say it?
Don't speak on Desi, let him rest, bitch nigga, better wear a vest
Play pussy and make 'em wear a dress
Too real for interviews and press
Keep it cool, I ain't stressing
'Cause we turn L's into lessons
And all them L's turned to blessings
I'm that nigga in that gold Mercury
With that chrome Smith and Wesson
Thought ya had me but ya wrong
Bitch, that's what you get for guessing
Real playa, got her leaking through the phone and we just texting
How you turn a bitch on through a message