Текст песни Poppin' Shit

I’m poppin shit, believe that,
Believe that, everywhere I be that,
You can see that, drinks about to lead that,
You can see that, everywhere I be that.

I’m poppin shit, bottles too,
She probably for a G, what you gotta do?
What you gotta do? Wait, we poppin shit,
We poppin shit, believe that.

I got a couple new rolles but a couple frozen bans,
My niggers squeeze arms like a couple holding hands.
Nigger vrrrum, trying to flip that Masseratti over,
Smelling like mister Miaky in my fly Versace logos.
Nigger fly, dropping hundreds, a pony pack perfect,
I jump in and drop, milk it while pumping the last portion.
Nigger wear shades, probably cost a thousand,
Fly with you, flatted chest, probably cost a island.
I said just let me explain, I was just in Spain,
Probably singing rain, nigger, imma get the change.
Probably told to slow down, I said whoa, now, that’s a no-no,
Nigger is about to go, imma turn that boy to mountain, nigger.
In, what the fuck they think? Well, I’m smoking, not I stink, guess I fly a nigger slank.
I see love, my Versace, that’s the flying you can make,
I was born a broke nigger, imma die as a king.

I’m poppin shit, believe that,
Believe that, everywhere I be that,
You can see that, drinks about to lead that,
You can see that, everywhere I be that.

I’m poppin shit, bottles too,
She probably for a G, what you gotta do?
What you gotta do? Wait, we poppin shit,
We poppin shit, believe that.

Pocket full of hundreds and of leave ons,
Wait, got your honey at the B hop,
OG got me high in the treehouse,
Two fingers up like I eat her, wait.Kid Ink - Poppin' Shit - http://ru.motolyrics.com/kid-ink/poppin-shit-lyrics.html
I take you for a ride, gotta see that,
Living in this bitch, going crazy, see now.
Back then niggers ain’t believe what they see,
Now I’m graping my hand, ball hard after rebound.
Boom-shacka-lacka bitch, hear me rolling, loud like a airport.
Pull up in that big boy trunk, is a tank,
Ready for a show, baby, you are gonna anchor.
Tell them that we are no bullshit, no AC, just cookies,
And the bad bitch on full shit if I’m gone off the fourth.
I don’t think they’re ready for, I buy to make ‘em full fit,
We be going hammer time right about the school, kid alumni.

I’m poppin shit, believe that,
Believe that, everywhere I be that,
You can see that, drinks about to lead that,
You can see that, everywhere I be that.

I’m poppin shit, bottles too,
She probably for a G, what you gotta do?
What you gotta do? Wait, we poppin shit,
We poppin shit, believe that.

I tell her to bring a friend, ‘cause we’re multiplying the ashin’
LA ink divide the legs, we never divide a freshin, wait.
Too fly, young nigger’s on a private jet,
Running out of ink trying to write me a check.
Don’t start no shit, won’t be no shit,
I said this fucked up world, but we don’t kill.
We do Marley to the morning, the suicide’s on a ‘rari.
Like suicides on a body, the body sure for a hobby like

I’m poppin shit, believe that,
Believe that, everywhere I be that,
You can see that, drinks about to lead that,
You can see that, everywhere I be that.

I’m poppin shit, bottles too,
She probably for a cheese, what you gotta do?
What you gotta do? Wait, we poppin shit,
We poppin shit, believe that