Lil Wetta - I'm Poppin'

Yeah
(Get The Bag Production)
I'm poppin'
Why you talkin' like you know me I don't know you
I be gettin' to the money with the whole crew
They say they love you they don't love you
All these whack ass bitches fuck you too
(Skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt)
And we riding in the foreign going so fast
Window black
Getting hella racks
Bitches hating I don't understand
But I gotta laugh, smoking all this gas
Ay, look in the the stu' all day
Bitch I can't stop cause I'm bout' get paid
Bitches so lame they be hating ok
Shout out to my gang that name Get The Bag (Get the bag)
Won't stop bitch i'm married to the gwap
Blow the charts we on top
Next I gotta get the drop
I won't take a loss they be crying cause lil wetta hot
Shout out my boy Landon on the beat now i'm going off
I be getting bread I know they gone be upset
Gotta get the fucking check cash money I'm up next
While they hating I be working, so my pockets ain't hurting
Haters like birds they be chirping
I gotta watch who the real one's are
I gotta know who the fake bitches are
I'm just tryna' get me a brand new audemars
Fuck pain smoke away high like mars
I'm poppin'
Why you talkin' like you know me I don't know you
I be gettin' to the money with the whole crew
They say they love you they don't love you
All these whack ass bitches fuck you too
(Skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt)
And we riding in the foreign going so fast
Window black
Getting hella racks
Bitches hating I don't understand
But I gotta laugh, smoking all this gas
Bruh keep hating on me
Pull up to the show and I'm finna kill the scene
Rocking Gucci glasses bitch you ain't gone see me
Maserati, Lambo, Beam or all three? (Skrt!)
I think that she wanna fuck
I just wanna get the gwap
Told her that she gotta leave, actually come give me top
Pull up in the coupe imma' zoom uzi vroom
Ain't no days off you know that I'm always in the stu'
I'm a rockstar, I'm poppin'
Already said it once but you know I'm poppin'
2020 my boys gone be popping (Ok, ok, ok) shit we poppin'
Ay, shit like, I said we poppin', yeah, yeah, yeah!
I'm poppin'
Why you talkin' like you know me I don't know you
I be gettin' to the money with the whole crew
They say they love you they don't love you
All these whack ass bitches fuck you too
(Skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt)
And we riding in the foreign going so fast
Window black
Getting hella racks
Bitches hating I don't understand
But I gotta laugh, smoking all this gas
Lil bitch, I'm poppin'!

Written by:
Matthew Noel

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