paroles de chanson Poppin - Gucci Mane , BigWalkDog

1017 (bah), BigWalkDog
(BigWalkDog)
Big 1017 (ayy)
Hey, hey, hey, hey (Pablo-)

When you poppin', every time you move, you gotta move with a rocket
Lookin' at this drip, you see a pool in the faucet (argh)
Designer hit the mil', come straight from the trap
And got a coconut scale, but it hit like we boxin' (shit)
She always ate the dick, but she still say it toxic
She know I got racks, so she do it more sloppy
Off a Percocet, I can't feel my body
But she ain't gettin' shit outta none of these pockets (nope)

Nah, she ain't gettin' shit outta none of these wallets
Broke down a boat just to smoke it about you
I ain't even need me a plug, I'm the whole damn socket
Came in, down-down, all these opps roadblockin'
Sippin' on Wocky, pour me a Roxie, know they gon' watch me
Built for this shit, nigga, how they gon' stop me?
I was just loadin' up shit on the daily

I feel like fly, I don't need nobody
Big dawg, I'm for real, I don't need co-signin'
Boy, get me 'Cat or a scat, no mileage (skrrt)
See the one we from, we ain't have no gun
Nigga play with who? Nigga play with 'Wop, know they dyin'
Might just go to war from get a .20, make it shine (krr)
I ain't never had shit, not a motherfuckin' dime
'Wop got me out the trenches, had murder on my mind (wop)

And the plug just called, said 30 on the line (uh)
Need a pill up in the East and need a pill up in the West
He ain't grab a two, then it's on to the next
13, with my daddy, watchin' niggas get finessed
On the first and the third, gettin' everybody checked
Make 'em block the wood, you ain't gettin' everybody stretched
I done made it out, saw 'em met your fuck nigga neck
Don't know what I want, new jacket for Patek (flip)

When you poppin', every time you move, you gotta move with a rocket
Lookin' at this drip, you see a pool in the faucet
Designer hit the mil', come straight from the trap
And got a coconut scale, but it hit like we boxin' (shit)
She always ate the dick, but she still say it toxic
She know I got racks, so she do it more sloppy
Off a Percocet, I can't feel my body
But she ain't gettin' shit outta none of these pockets (nope)

Every time you move, you gotta move with a rocket
Lookin' at this drip, you see a pool in the faucet (bling)
Designer hit the mil', come straight from the trap
And got a coconut scale, but it hit like we boxin' (shh)
She always ate the dick, but she still say it toxic
She know I got racks, so she do it more sloppy (it's Gucci)
Off a Percocet, I can't feel my body
But she ain't gettin' shit outta none of these pockets (ha)

Can't nobody pop shit the way I pop it (ha)
Million-dollar watch on my wrist, no cappin' (bling)
Say he got money, wah-wah, what happened? (Wah)
Sign with Gucci Mane, get rich, go platinum (go, go)
I know the feds watchin', but 12 can't stop me (stoppin')
The best came in, I pulled up with shoppin' (pulled up)
Pull up in a Dawn and the top still droppin' (the dawn)
They let me outta jail and the price, still hoppin' ('wop)

Cartel mailbox money so dirty, you could smell my money (ah)
I'm cool by my money if you only better pay my money
So rich that I weigh my money and I look like money
And I don't really need new friends
So please stop callin' me "twin", don't say that shit again
You ain't never killed no man
So you could never fit in my skin, it's Big Gucci Mane (it's Gucci)

Every time you move, you gotta move with a rocket (ha)
Lookin' at this drip, you see a pool in the faucet
Designer hit the mil', come straight from the trap
And got a coconut scale, but it hit like we boxin'
She always ate the dick, but she still say it toxic
Know I got racks, so she do it more sloppy
Off a Percocet, I can't feel my body
But she ain't gettin' shit outta none of these pockets (nope)

Same young nigga still post in the tree
On a plane with an opp, 'bout to go off in this shit
I don't even like flyin', can't move with a stick
Call my junkie out the junker, he could pull up with the stick
On the phone with him now, he gon' pull up by six
Talkin' 'bout tappin' in, I ain't tappin' in shit
You ain't tap in with me before a nigga rich
When my homie poppin' Percocet, dawg sayin' that he rich

Smokin' weed, kick everybody, married in this bitch
From the street, now a nigga really married to this shit
I was broke in a bitch, now I'm havin' all the strip
Need blue cheese, sellin' it, now add it to the mix
Went from new door with the crack stick, add it on the list
Got the Glock .17, nothin' added but a switch
Got this shit up out the mud, wouldn't hand it to a nigga
.40 lay with me a rat, they gon' lay with me a killer