BizzWho - Poppin For Life

Big enough to make it jump over seas
I'm four hundred degrees
Keep it hot like the shit in ya pipe
Riding with a chick with colorful weave
Let it blow in the breeze
Crack a window we gon let in some light
Got a couple homies used to be foes
Flipped the script and now we get to the doe
Man you already know real players get chose
We got hundreds to blow everybody should know
I'll be popping for life
Woke up and thanked the lord I was breathing
Had to call up my heathens
Packing paper full of power who chiefin'
Put some pep in yo step if i'm beeping
I'll leave you in tire smoke and pop my collar like my name Earl Stevens
From the middle where its fonk for no reason
Broad day if they beefin
Catch a body it's too late for a meeting
When you was pissing in yo pants I was eating I'll still give you a beating
See it's a difference between old and seasoned
And I ain't never exercised hate
I show love to everybody all I do is motivate wait
Before you flex you gotta know yo weight
Cuz shit get heavy ain't no scraping up the milk after you drop the crate
He think he going but I'm going harder
I made a living out of lining fools up shout out to Marks my barber
Circle small but I'm getting larger
And you ain't worried bout no shine or no playing time when you a starter
Big enough to make it jump over seas
I'm four hundred degrees
Keep it hot like the shit in ya pipe
Riding with a chick with colorful weave
Let it blow in the breeze
Crack a window we gon let in some light
Got a couple homies used to be foes
Flipped the script and now we get to the doe
Man you already know real players get chose
We got hundreds to blow everybody should know
I'll be popping for life
Look While you was chasing after sluts
I was focused on my bucks
Trana bubble like peroxide on yo cuts
Might give yo ass some game but never trust
Cuz I done seen too much
Same one that kill you come to view you in yo tux
Whoo it's a dirty game
My chick twisting up a plane while i'm swerving lanes
It's Bizzwho if you ain't heard the name
This for the homies with a nine to five and homies out here moving thangs
Look this for the girls who keep they lashes Popping
The ones who got handed the ball but never dropped it
Dealing with deadbeat daddies who out of pocket
So so what if you gotta go pop it for profit
Make it shake you need steak on yo plate
Lil homie can't eat no books you gotta get the cake
Seeing clearer been cutting people off and making space
If it's round me it's nonfiction I don't do the fake yea
Big enough to make it jump over seas
I'm four hundred degrees
Keep it hot like the shit in ya pipe
Riding with a chick with colorful weave
Let it blow in the breeze
Crack a window we gon let in some light
Got a couple homies used to be foes
Flipped the script and now we get to the doe
Man you already know real players get chose
We got hundreds to blow everybody should know
I'll be popping for life
I used to be the youngin off in the stands
But now I got'em waving they hands promotes throwing me bands
As a kid I had this shit in the plans
I was young and advanced
I'm still a specialist at making you dance
I survived shit you couldn't imagine
Turn the tables now they bummy i'm having
Never lacking what's happening
Haters use to giggle when I was rappin
Fast forward I'm the one that they slappin
Boy I get it cracking
Big enough to make it jump over seas
I'm four hundred degrees
Keep it hot like the shit in ya pipe
Riding with a chick with colorful weave
Let it blow in the breeze
Crack a window we gon let in some light
Got a couple homies used to be foes
Flipped the script and now we get to the doe
Man you already know real players get chose
We got hundreds to blow everybody should know
I'll be popping for life

Written by:
Brandon Evans

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