Poppy H - No Brakes (feat. Punn Da Pusha)

I ain't hitting the breaks for these niggas
I'm stunting all in they face like fuck these lil niggas
I'm all in the club wit the pistol
I ain't tryna catch a case but it's up with these niggas
I'm thuggin in rugged conditions
She eating that dick like a pickle
This Rap shit ain't make me a dollar this trap shit gon make me a Milli
I told her she dating a mobster
I'm eating the steak and the shrimp with the pasta
I gave a brick to my Patna, I keep the heat on my hip yea the fire
Ouuu I hit it again jackpot look at that ass she fine as fuck
Percocet Percocet pop me a pill
Count up the money then count it again
Cookie blunt I blow this shit in the wind
Roll up then roll up then roll up again
Spinning the bin then we thuggin in public the gang in this bitch
Yea the gang in this bitch
They want me to crash but I won't, I came out the mud and I made it out
I see your lil head thru the scope, like fuck his lil party let's air it out
Them Xannys tryna to take control, I'm getting it under control
I think he a rat he a rat he a mole
I'm finna get him disposed
I ain't hitting the breaks for these niggas
I'm stunting all in they face like fuck these lil niggas
I'm all in the club wit the pistol
I ain't tryna catch a case but it's up with these niggas
I'm thuggin in rugged conditions
She eating that dick like a pickle
This Rap shit ain't make me a dollar this trap shit gon make me a Milli
I told her she dating a mobster
I'm eating the steak and the shrimp with the pasta
I gave a brick to my Patna, I keep the heat on my hip yea the fire
Holding on that stick right behind that tent shit I damn near smoke the driver
I just dropped to g's on a brand new fit oh they think I'm rolling zaza
On the third row I'm tryna fuck on lil momma she never found it a problem
Once i get that nut then I'm giving her up ,won't give not fucks about her
I want the blue hundreds in the stack yea I'm picking colors up out em
Bout to go beast mode on these pussy lil bitches lil future a mf monster
I think I'm love wit my side bitch oops
I think I'm in love wit my f&n
Nigga ain't a shit  sweet like a peppermint
Hotel suites I'm never checkin in
Flap A menace Can't wait to get reckless
My Lil Killas Can't wait to go wet some shit
Got a plug he gon throw in some extra
Off the love he ain't even stressin it
Off the muscle I barely be flexin it
Really come from the streets wit the average
Bro shooter just check out his average
Got them stick ina whip we gon back It In

Written by:
COLIN FOSTER TAYLOR, EVAN FLORIN CLINE

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