Poppin' Freestyle

Got a bunch of guns, but ain't shot them

Why you got a bunch of guns, but ain't shot them?

If you ain't got no haters, you ain't popping, yeah

When I be in the A, I be popping

King of Compound, ask Alex, yeah

I be dead fresh, I'm a stylist

If water around the house, that bitch an island, yeah

Late night, got it, bitch, I'm Fallon

Brand new 'Rari with the rally stripes

I be in the kitchen, I'm the chef

Dope ain't coming back, I gotta get it right

Don't make me fuck your bitch, that pussy poppin'

We be balling like we hit the lotto, yeah

We some real ****, that's the motto, yeah

We be in the club, where the sparklers at?

I just sold a brick, now I got barter bread

Fell in love with a ratchet, but get model head

Boy, I got the 40, it got hollow heads

And you a yes ****, you a bobblehead

My money out the bank, send it to Mexico

El Chapo just escaped, I'm trying to double that

Free Big Meech and free Craig Petties, we need blessings, yeah

I'm a dope boy, where the legends at?

I just moved to Miami with the shottas

Shout out to Overtown and Opa Locka, yeah

I be with the Haitians in Little Haiti

Caught a 30 down to violate probation

Called my mama from the bank, told her we made it

Bitch asked me, "Is the pussy good?" I told her I hate it

And she lying to her friend saying I ate it

But I only fucked her head, we never dated, yeah

If you ain't got no haters, you ain't popping

Why you got a bunch of guns, but ain't shot them?

**** watching in the club, see you plotting

You a fuck ****, boy, you rotten, yeah

Why you got a bunch of guns, but ain't shot them?

Got a bunch of guns, but ain't shot them

Why you got a bunch of guns, but ain't shot them?

If you ain't got no haters, you ain't popping, yeah

Ayy, this that big money shit

This executive shit

This that young **** with the shirt off in the Lambo shit

This that park that ho, come back through in the 'Rari shit

This that make these **** jump off the motherfucking

Bridge, you know what I'm talking about? Ha, yeah

This that Skydweller plain jane on them pussies

That's a half a hundred

This that motherfucking bust down joint

That bitch ate it

This the crib look like a small mall on these pussies

And we cashed it out, yeah

If you ain't got no haters, you ain't popping

You ain't got no enemies, you ain't street

Can't be that likable, ****

We built for all of it

CMG, all the hustlers

And from this day on, it's no understanding