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  • 作词 : Bashar Jackson
    作曲 : Bashar Jackson/Yosief Tafari
    Traphouse Mob
    Yoz, what you tellin' me? (Yeah)
    What you tellin' me? Yeah
    I got Snacks to the right of me
    I got Mikey to the left of me, huh, wait
    Woo
    Look, look
    Ayy, what up?
    Hold on, what they talkin' 'bout? Hey, what them folks talkin' 'bout?
    Huh, look, huh
    Buddy gon' grrt that, grrt that, brrt that, brrt that
    Send shots, make 'em get back
    All that chit-chat, chit-chat, riff-raff, riff-raff
    My n*ggas ain't into that
    N*gga be talkin' hot, but he ain't on sh*t (Woo)
    I got like fifty rounds up in this clip
    If I go to jail, n*gga, I'll plead the Fifth (Uh?)
    'Cause mommy still gon' love her kid
    N*ggas tryna lock me up and give me a bid, huh?
    I'm like n*gga, f*ck the pigs
    The judge like, "Why you actin' like a d*ck?"
    I said, "I'm movin' like I'm Steven Vic"
    My lawyer like, "Poppy, why you brazen?"
    I said, "I pop a Perc' and feel amazin'"
    I shoot for the stars, I'm a foundation, huh
    Look at the money I'm raisin'
    She wanna f*ck, hold on
    She snuck in the book, have her wait for arraignment
    She get d*ck and edible arrangements
    That's the only form of payment
    Shawty a snack
    And after I snack, I'ma blow out her back
    She like, "Poppy, you so crazy," huh
    I told her, "Wine on me, baby" (Woah)
    She want a star
    She wanna f*ck 'cause she know who we are
    These hoes be dirty, ain't hittin' 'em raw
    When it come to hoes, I got b*tches galore (Grrt)
    She wanna grip that, lick that, ask where the stick at
    Freak b*tch put my d*ck where her lips at (Woo)
    She goin' all gas, no chit-chat (Ayy)
    She goin' all gas, no chit-chat
    Ayy, bah-bah-ba-bum (Bum)
    Here come that boy with the drum (Woo)
    If I pull it out, then that boy gonna run (Brrt, brrt)
    If he want the smoke, knock the beef out his bun, ayy
    I go dumb, dumb, dumb (Go dumb)
    Air it out, leave him slump-slump-slumped (Baow)
    F*ck what they say, they know that I'm gucci
    Pull up with a pump-pump-pump (Pop, pop, pop)
  • [00:00.000] 作词 : Bashar Jackson
    [00:00.460] 作曲 : Bashar Jackson/Yosief Tafari
    [00:00.921]Traphouse Mob
    [00:03.890]Yoz, what you tellin' me? (Yeah)
    [00:06.069]What you tellin' me? Yeah
    [00:09.884]I got Snacks to the right of me
    [00:11.489]I got Mikey to the left of me, huh, wait
    [00:16.289]Woo
    [00:19.093]Look, look
    [00:21.729]Ayy, what up?
    [00:22.667]Hold on, what they talkin' 'bout? Hey, what them folks talkin' 'bout?
    [00:25.465]Huh, look, huh
    [00:26.451]Buddy gon' grrt that, grrt that, brrt that, brrt that
    [00:28.645]Send shots, make 'em get back
    [00:29.867]All that chit-chat, chit-chat, riff-raff, riff-raff
    [00:32.117]My n*ggas ain't into that
    [00:33.393]N*gga be talkin' hot, but he ain't on sh*t (Woo)
    [00:35.008]I got like fifty rounds up in this clip
    [00:36.491]If I go to jail, n*gga, I'll plead the Fifth (Uh?)
    [00:38.282]'Cause mommy still gon' love her kid
    [00:40.091]N*ggas tryna lock me up and give me a bid, huh?
    [00:41.879]I'm like n*gga, f*ck the pigs
    [00:43.590]The judge like, "Why you actin' like a d*ck?"
    [00:45.093]I said, "I'm movin' like I'm Steven Vic"
    [00:46.632]My lawyer like, "Poppy, why you brazen?"
    [00:48.307]I said, "I pop a Perc' and feel amazin'"
    [00:50.043]I shoot for the stars, I'm a foundation, huh
    [00:51.842]Look at the money I'm raisin'
    [00:53.545]She wanna f*ck, hold on
    [00:54.845]She snuck in the book, have her wait for arraignment
    [00:56.874]She get d*ck and edible arrangements
    [00:58.696]That's the only form of payment
    [01:00.260]Shawty a snack
    [01:01.375]And after I snack, I'ma blow out her back
    [01:03.475]She like, "Poppy, you so crazy," huh
    [01:05.134]I told her, "Wine on me, baby" (Woah)
    [01:07.002]She want a star
    [01:08.241]She wanna f*ck 'cause she know who we are
    [01:09.675]These hoes be dirty, ain't hittin' 'em raw
    [01:11.290]When it come to hoes, I got b*tches galore (Grrt)
    [01:13.808]She wanna grip that, lick that, ask where the stick at
    [01:16.075]Freak b*tch put my d*ck where her lips at (Woo)
    [01:17.758]She goin' all gas, no chit-chat (Ayy)
    [01:19.426]She goin' all gas, no chit-chat
    [01:21.166]Ayy, bah-bah-ba-bum (Bum)
    [01:22.558]Here come that boy with the drum (Woo)
    [01:24.025]If I pull it out, then that boy gonna run (Brrt, brrt)
    [01:25.606]If he want the smoke, knock the beef out his bun, ayy
    [01:27.683]I go dumb, dumb, dumb (Go dumb)
    [01:29.280]Air it out, leave him slump-slump-slumped (Baow)
    [01:30.807]F*ck what they say, they know that I'm gucci
    [01:32.790]Pull up with a pump-pump-pump (Pop, pop, pop)