Gucci Mane & BigWalkDog – Poppin Lyrics
Artist: Gucci Mane & BigWalkDog
Song: Poppin
1017 (Poppin’), BigWalkDog (BigWalkDog)
Big 1017 (Ayy)
Hey, hey
Hey, hey
When you poppin’
Every time you move, you gotta move with a rocket (Uh)
Lookin’ at the jewel, you see a pool and a faucet (Grr)
Designer hit the mail, come straight from the tropic
Got a coconut smell, but it hit like we boxin’ (Yeah)
She only ate the d**k, but she still sayin’ toxic
She know I got racks, so she do it more sloppy
Off a Percocet, I can’t feel my body
But she ain’t gettin’ sh*t outta none of these pockets (Nope)
Nah, she ain’t gettin’ sh*t outta none of thеse wallets
Broke down a ‘bow just to smokе at Hibachi
I ain’t need me a plug, I’m the whole damn socket
Came, nailed down a opp, come on, he roadblockin’
Sippin’ on Wocky, pop me a Roxy, know they gon’ watch me
Built for this sh*t, n***a, how they gon’ stop me?
I was just loadin’ up sh*t on the dolly
I feel like fly, I don’t need nobody
Big dawg, I’m for real, I don’t need co-signin’
Might go get me ‘Cat or a Scat, no mileage (Skrrt)
In the city where I’m from, we ain’t have no God
N***a play with who? n***a play with Wop, know they dyin’
Might just go to Wafi, get a twenty, make it shine
I ain’t never had sh*t, not a motherf**kin’ dime
Wop got me out the trenches, had murder on my mind (Wop)
And the plug just called, said thirty on the line (Uh)
Need a P up in the east and need a P up in the west
He ain’t grabbin’ two, then it’s on to the next
Thirteen with my daddy, watchin’ n***as get finessed
On the first and the third gettin’ everybody checked
Make a block, do it again, gettin’ everybody stretched
I done made it out, so I’m at you f**k n***a neck
Don’t know what I want, new Jacob or Patek, flex
When you poppin’
Every time you move, you gotta move with a rocket (Uh)
Lookin’ at the jewel, you see a pool and a faucet
Designer hit the mail, come straight from the tropic
Got a coconut smell, but it hit like we boxin’ (Yeah)
She only ate the d**k, but she still sayin’ toxic (Ugh)
Know I got racks, so she do it more sloppy
Off a Percocet, I can’t feel my body
But she ain’t gettin’ sh*t outta none of these pockets (Nope)
Every time you move, you gotta move with a rocket (Blaow)
Lookin’ at the jewel, you see a pool and a faucet (Bling)
Designer hit the mail, come straight from the tropic (Yeah)
Got a coconut smell, but it hit like we boxin’ (Shh)
She only ate the d**k, but she still sayin’ toxic
She know I got racks, so she do it more sloppy (It’s Gucci)
Off a Percocet, I can’t feel my body
But she ain’t gettin’ sh*t outta none of these pockets (Ha)
Can’t nobody pop sh*t the way I pop it (Ha)
Million dollar watch on my wrist, no cappin’ (Bling)
Say he got money, where it went, what happened? (Wah)
Sign with Gucci Mane, get rich, go Platinum (Go, go)
I know the feds watchin’, but 12 can’t stop it (Stoppin’)
The bales came in, I pulled up, went shoppin’ (Pulled up)
Pull up in a Dawn and the top start droppin’ (The Dawn)
They let me outta jail and the price start hoppin’ (‘Wop)
Cartel mailbox money so dirty you could smell my money (Ah)
I’m equipped by money, if you owe me, better pay my money
So rich that I weigh my money and I look like money
And I don’t really need new friends
So please stop callin’ me twin, I’ma say that sh*t again
You ain’t never killed no man
So you could never fit in my skin, it’s Big Gucci Mane (It’s Gucci)
Every time you move, you gotta move with a rocket (Ha)
Lookin’ at the jewel, you see a pool and a faucet
Designer hit the mail, come straight from the tropic
Got a coconut smell, but it hit like we boxin’
She only ate the d**k, but she still sayin’ toxic
Know I got racks, so she do it more sloppy
Off a Percocet, I can’t feel my body
But she ain’t gettin’ sh*t outta none of these pockets (Nope)
Same young n***a still posted in the trick
On a plane with an opp, ’bout to go off in his sh*t
I don’t even like flyin’, can’t move with a stick
Called my junkie out the jungle, he gon’ pull up with the stick
On the phone with him now, he gon’ pull up by six
Talkin’ ’bout tappin’ in, I ain’t tappin’ in sh*t
You ain’t tap in with me before a n***a got rich
My homie poppin’ Percocet, doctor say he at risk
Smokin’ Wedding Cake, ain’t nobody married in this b*t*h
From the street, now a n***a really married to this sh*t
I was broke than a b*t*h, now I’m havin’ all this grip
Need blue cheese salad, nothin’ added to the mix
Went from noodle with the cracker, steak added on the list
Got a Glock 17, nothin’ added but a switch
Got this sh*t up out the mud, wouldn’t hand it to a n***a
‘Fore they label me a rat, they gon’ label me a killer
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Release Year: 2021