Текст песни Poppin Shit - TEC

Don't let the hundreds touch the 20 when I stack it
Test the pressure, drive it, sell when I'm in traffic
Travel phone so the feds never track it
Trackhawk when I be dropping off the package

Bitch, I ran up them blues, got it cracking
Some big bullets, every gun we shoot automatic
That's that, that's that graaa, we got lows, we got Za
Got a loose screw from Chicago, he about hopping off the car

Your little bitch up on my cock, she kiss my neck, smell baccarat
Fuck the brave, fuck the SWAT, they trying to wipe us off the block
Pull off their J drop, this bitch the same color as dog food
When a nigga to supply the trenches, go to prison then we all lose

Getting the money, fuck what y'all's move?
I'm gettin' money, tell me what y'all's move?
I'm gettin' money, tell me what y'all's move?
I just get the money, tell me what y'all's move?

Got a opp, bitch, bang that nation, put an opp nigga in rotation
Hope the ops ain't got no neighbor sprayed up the whole block, go read the paper
She told me to take a to-go plate of that pussy, she think I'm saving it
Glad that hoe ain't psychic, can't see the future like that Raven, bitch

Money pouring in, I bathe in it
Forever stunt with cash money like I'm with Baby and em'
Top Ramen, take a headshot, it ain't no grazin' him
I've been buying CDs, I got saving for my babies now

Wrist costs a Mercedes-Benz
Bitch, bought me an 80-inch television never watched that bitch
Sit back, let me pop my shit
Louis Vuitton addict, got your baby daddy study in his drip that I get strut it in

Like a school shirt they chain, they tuck it in
When they come around that nation, can't dappers, we don't fuck with them
I've been in my duffing, say I fell off, I just touched a M
Made this shit from nothing, bitches, pointing, say it's up with him

That Luwop, they can't fuck with him
Feel like David Ruffin, fuck a group, call me up when it's up again
I don't even want to talk 'til that money right, bitch, you hear me?
I'm worth 80 Ms on some solo shit, Luw