GloryBoy Poppa - No Rookies(Prod.GhettoSymphony)

I'ma let the bitch go, call it to the bag and put some money on the floor
Poppa got a Glock and I'm tryna get a hoe
How many of them drips did that lil ass throw
Broke niggas playing, we gon' leave them on the floor

On the floor, okay, on the floor, uh-huh, on the floor
It's Poppa, I'm the king of the trench
Album on the way and I'm finna fuck yo bitch
Slid the AZ, I just had to stack my chips

Thought it was a glitch how I made the chop switch
It's a semi-automatic but I just got the switch
Ghetto on the beat so you know this shit jumping
Put on for the riv and I'ma keep the bars coming

Made a bad hoe, man, she keep doing all that fussing
Niggas steady fronting, when I catch them, I'ma rush them
Twin in the back, got a Glock with a beam
Like Wu-Tang, boy, I'm tryna get the cream

Making back what I'm spending
Got a good bend, boy, the punch ain't missing
Even if it did, I could whip it in the kitchen
Stacking up my bread, I be flyer than a pigeon

Run into the bag, need it fast, not slow
Hoe, play with me so I'll let the bitch go
Crawl into the bag, give us money on the floor
Poppa got a Glock and I'm tryna up the scope

How many of them drips did that lil ass throw
Broke niggas playing, we gon' leave them on the floor
I'm too cold with the rapping
3-5 of wood and I swear I ain't passing

Speeding in the whip, but you know I won't crash you
Double order reapers, new age leaders
I'm really in the field, lil niggas on the bleach
She a good girl, then keep her

I'm fucking with the sluts and the real deal eaters
Just copped the buffs and they came out of freezer
If a pussy talking down, I'ma call the street sweeper
Out in Cali, I'ma salsa with two bad bitches tryna teach a nigga yoga

We so strong, the wood put me in a coma
I'ma let the bitch go
Crawl into the bag, give us money on the floor
Poppa got a Glock and I'm tryna up the scope

Aiming at them dreads or that lil ass fro
Broke niggas playing, we gon' leave them on the floor
I can teach you how to steal
Finesse and whip it up

Send your social to the gram if you tryna make a buck
Ran out of luck, but if it's up, then it's stuck
Never give a fuck about a dumb ass slut
How the fuck I'm a rookie if I'm better than you niggas

Talk shit up on the team, then my finger on the trickle
Shoot from deep like I'm Trey Young
Five woods in, think I need me a new lung
Roll up a wood and it's built like precious

Nigga said it's beef, but he doing all that texting
Tonight's on the beat, I thank God for the blessing
With the first pick in the 2023 NBA draft
I'ma let the bitch go

Call into the bag if it's money on the floor
Poppa got a Glock and I'm tryna up the scope
Aiming at them dreads or that lil ass fro
Broke niggas playing, we gon' leave them on the floor

Uh huh
We gon' leave them on the floor
Uh huh
Uh huh

We gon' leave them on the floor

Written by:
Tai Vickers

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