Lyrics Wicked Genes (Intro) - Nae Poppy

Saara sheher mujhe lion ke naam se jaanta hai

It's in my blood
I'm prolly tripping yeah
I'm slipping sliding
Riding with the dope
If I pop out I'll be good
Get out the hood
Get some racks
Like it's my only hope
Like pile a room of notes
I ain't yet choosing those

Really ma mamma you know
I'm hustling for the love of it
You seen a young poppa
Go dumb for it
I really made my body
Go numb for it
I'm upfront for it
I'm breaking orthodoxes like
I'm done with it
I put the gun on it
The fun of being young
I was young and I shunned it
Put 'em all away like
I'd never earn it
I turn up, like a colonel
Of rap no cap
I'd break your fucking sternum
I heard 'em then I hurled 'em
I curled 'em
Made cannibal rolls
Then I ate em up
Now I'll churn em
Don't leave no pussy runt
Keep going further
I ain't gonna stop

It's in my blood
I'm prolly tripping yeah
I'm slipping sliding
Riding with the dope
If I pop out I'll be good
Get out the hood
Get some racks
Like it's my only hope
Like pile a room of notes
I ain't yet choosing those

My altering reality
I can't really feel gravity
I'm having it, ravishing time
I'm grabbing it
All the dimes come happily
Can't believe it's happening
I'm trapping it, some
Nice girls they clapping it
They ain't even got a strap on it
If you see all this pussy at once
Faggots you'll fap on it
Y'all lame don't rap on it
Yeah
I ain't got no candy for you
This ain't no Halloween
This ain't no Halloween
This ain't no Halloween

Who's gonna carry your body
When I leave you bodied
Boy better not fuck around Poppy
The chopper loaded penetrate epiglottis
I might be the reason
They say do not try this at home
You need guidance
It's a grind Imma pro
I got the gang
Back in control
We watching the po'
They out on patrol
Ride through the city
With all of the dough

It's in my blood
I'm prolly tripping yeah
I'm slipping sliding
Riding with the dope
If I pop out I'll be good
Get out the hood
Get some racks
Like it's my only hope
Like pile a room of notes
I ain't yet choosing those

It's in my blood
I'm prolly tripping yeah
I'm slipping sliding
Riding with the dope
If I pop out I'll be good
Get out the hood
Get some racks
Like it's my only hope
Like pile a room of notes
I ain't yet choosing those