Текст песни 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
1 Poppin
2 Posse on Bouldercrest (feat. Pooh Shiesty & Sir Mix-A-Lot)
3 Shit Crazy (feat. BIG30)
4 Like 34 & 8 (feat. Pooh Shiesty)
5 Dboy Style
6 Trap Shit (feat. Lil Baby)
7 I Got It (feat. Lil Uzi Vert)
8 Rich Nigga Shit
9 Top of Shit (feat. 2 Chainz & Young Dolph)
10 Never Runnin Out Of Money (feat. E-40)
11 Fold Dat Money Up (feat. Project Pat)
12 Gucci Coming 4 You
13 Invoices
14 Live at the Red Carpet (feat. Peewee Longway)
15 Bust Down
16 Lately
17 How I See It
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