QuinceLu - Popping

Gotta get this s**t popping dawg, this s**t popping!
(Ya lo sabes)
Can't have ni**as coming in and out this bi**h though
(What you talking bout mane?) Hello!

Said I'm just tryna get em coming
Know my s**t is rocking,
I ain't gon...

(Despacito brother)
(Wicho Beatz)
I got em this time, I got em this time, ready?

[Hook]
Said I'm just tryna get em coming
Know my s**t is rocking
Ain't gon be tripping bout a hundred
Cause we got a thousand
If mutha fu**as want to get it
We can get to stomping
Nah, I ain't scarred of nothing
We can get it popping!

We gon be loading up the money
Get the shorties talking
Come push up on my pockets
She gon press up on my profits
I'll put her pussy in a stretcher
If she looking polished
Im tryna pop, not talk s**t
So we can get it popping!

[Verse 1: Ace Chan]
Double my profits, uh
Look we ain't worried bout these f**k ni**as,
Cause they off topic
Keep your energy dominant, yea
Got to keep your peace and your heat
Real G's they gone model it, Whoa

Sit back, roll up, and reminisce
I was thinking about them times,
As a troubled lil jit
Thinking about the struggle and how we overcame it
Mask off, in and out
Get the bag, don't forget

Had to leave the streets,
Cause ain't no love in it
Got to get it how you live,
Ni**a don't get a death wish
Invest in yourself, don't trust the government
If it don't make guala, then it don't make sense

[Hook]
Said I'm just tryna get em coming
Know my s**t is rocking
Ain't gon be tripping bout a hundred
Cause we got a thousand
If mutha fu**as want to get it
We can get to stomping
Nah, I ain't scarred of nothing
We can get it popping!

We gon be loading up the money
Get the shorties talking
Come push up on my pockets
She gon press up on my profits
I'll put her pussy in a stretcher
If she looking polished
Im tryna pop, not talk s**t
So we can get it popping!

[Verse 2: QuinceLu]
See I just started with some lil guala
Copped an O, made it flip & turned it into dollars
Now a ni**a OP, with the whole P's
H*e please, what we smoking really OG, Oh Gina!

Gotta ni**a high and stuck, Im high as f**k,
This must be runtz, that's in these bluntz,
I say this cause, my cedez puffed, I'm slump, Im done,
My thoughts have come,
And aw shit, I don't think I'm getting up
Aw shit, let me catch you trying to catch me dumb
I'll pop it, Imma let you know I'm not the one,
I'm rocking, with a thirty pack, that love to rrump, brrump, brrump
Bapump, bapump, best believe we drum
Best believe, the piece, gon rest in peace,
I'll let ya plead, I'll let ya bleed,
I'll let ya seep, I'll let ya see,
Your dignity, In straight defeat,
It's murda! Cause I kill it like a beast!
You Heard!

[Bridge]
Popping!
See my ni**as get it
Popping!
Dope dealers get it
Popping!
Bad bi**hes get it
Popping!

[Verse 3: Ace Chan]
I’m going insane, Lil mama
Blow my brain like Kurt Cobain
Tried to give em the game
But these ni**as ran off, they lame
Smoking packs, sipping slow
You internet ni**as so digital
Don’t want to get physical
Attitude cynical

I heard misery meets company
Could be God or the devil,
My ni**a don’t summon me
They might’ve studied the drip,
But can’t copy the steez
OxiGang on your block,
Bi**h you got to pay a fee!

We Popping!

Written by:
LUIS GUTIERREZ LOYO, LUIS QUINTERO

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