Poppin 4 Sum

Black kush reefer, smoking on Cali boy
I’m a west side nigga like Danny Boy
Flip a brick, sell a brick, cup a brick house
Fuck a trick, keep my dick in yo bitch mouth
Pull up boy, ridin Shawty
Keep it real pimpin
Zone 3, these streets, I am still in em
Ridin jean Denim, Polo jean Denim
Win or broke, spreader leans, I am up in er
I’m a whack spinner, I’m a jack tinter
In this bitch you fuckin boy
Hit her last winter
Ball crap dinners, I’m a lap winner
Cookin dope, sellin dope, get yo ass in er

I got cash holdin my weed
My bitch poppin for some
Got these shooters all in my right
You know they’ll offer for some
We need corn down in my clique
You know we rockin for some
All these bitches on my dick
You know I’m poppin for some
They know I’m poppin for some
She know I’m poppin for some
He know I’m poppin for some
They know I’m poppin for some

Part like watch out bro, you 2 lyin
Blood nigga, get out the booth flyin
Can’t even wear all these looks no more
Where it happens all I might shoot straight
Got a foreign bitch, coppers on me
Parker fly me, don’t no crib
Count cab fair to get slow with
Kick this shit with even broke lips
Like hold up, hold up, hold up
I mean brother smoking my reefer
In the hood, servin that franky
Smoking on a long blunt of that Keisha
If I was rappin when I was in
School coulda probably fucked my teacher
Now my name poppin like Krisko
I’m Hustle Gang with my rich girl

Rollie got them hamer diamonds
Can’t tell my wrist i’m a real nigga
Been seen with one and I’m too legit
I replace soldiers
Don’t chase soldiers like fuck that bitch
Wear 2 chains but know Ludacris and I’ve
Been preppin like know the deal

Cash holdin my weed, my bitch poppin for some
Got these shooters all in my right
You know they’ll offer for some
We need corn down in my clique
You know we rockin for some
All these bitches on my dick
You know I’m poppin for some
They know I’m poppin for some
She know I’m poppin for some
He know I’m poppin for some
They know I’m poppin for some

Grip weed and not a chopper
Yo bitch is a Compton monster
I bang that pussy like a raw drum and
She up and down like stopping on me
No doubt about it, she throwin that
That medicinal, I’m blowin that
I got signed to 17 years old
I said fuck school, I ain’t goin back
See Dro, it’s my nigga
Don’t make us go gorillas
Man I swear to God these niggas flawed
Everything white gold, that silver man
We treat Mary Jane like strippers
We just pour them shots of Tequila
And they know we poppin for a reason man
‘Cause this Hustle Gang, we up in here

Cash holdin my weed, my bitch poppin for some
Got these shooters all in my right
You know they’ll offer for some
We need corn down in my clique
You know we rockin for some
All these bitches on my dick
You know I’m poppin for some
They know I’m poppin for some
She know I’m poppin for some
He know I’m poppin for some
They know I’m poppin for some