"Poppa Perry" lyrics
(Grrah, It's that Sha Gz nigga)
(Grrt, like, like, bow bow)
(Grrt, like)
Like, Like
Yo Jay, How you feel about this one?
Fuck all the opps, we gon' hop in a, Like
Oh my God, we smokin' his pops
That nigga dead now he crying for mom
And he next, on the guys
5th to the Sev, that's shot
Like, y'all niggas really don't spin on y'all opps
How y'all jackin' y'all smoking his pops?
But y'all niggas was chilling, and dissing my block
And I'm smokin' his pops right now (Right now)
And y'all niggas ain't getting no guap
Fuck all the talkin', we spinnin' y'all block
If we catch him, he lackin', we wipin' his snot
Oh, he lackin' right there, just flock, just flock (Keep flockin')
Bitch I'ma up, give a fuck if he lackin', I'm throwin' out shots if he yellin', "What's crackin'?"
TG, what? I'll slap him
That nigga ain't doin' shit but just rappin'
Sa-Say what? I'ma up and start blastin'
Now he dead, in a casket
Fuck all the rapping, y'all niggas be actin'
Y'all know where I'm at if you really want static
Smoke Edot, I was laughin'
And he dead, that was tragic
That bitch a thot, she'll can't come to my house, if she fuckin' the opps, then I'm punching her out
Ayo, Kenzo, yo' bitch is a slut
You was kissing that bitch with my dick in her mouth
And y'all niggas be dissing for clout
Like, y'all better stay in house
See you shooting you videos, thinking its sweet
I'ma kick down ya' door leave ya' brains on the couch
Like, hol' on
Edot (Like, hol' on)
Notti (Hol' on)
Like, like, I'm feeling myself (Edot)
Like, like, hol' on
Notti' boppin' in this bitch, nigga (Like, suck my dick)
Come on, now (Like)
Feeling myself right now (Ahh)
Fuck all the opps, we gon' hop in a, Like
Oh my God, we smokin' his pops
That nigga dead now he crying for mom
And he next, on the guys
5th to the Sev, that's shot
Like, y'all niggas really don't spin on y'all opps
How y'all jackin' y'all smoking his pops?
But y'all niggas was chilling, and dissing my block
And I'm smokin' his pops right now (Right now)
And y'all niggas ain't getting no guap
Fuck all the talkin', we spinnin' y'all block
If we catch him, he lackin', we wipin' his snot
Oh, he lackin' right there, just flock, just flock (Keep flockin')
Bitch I'ma up, give a fuck if he lackin', I'm throwin' out shots if he yellin', "What's crackin'? "
(Grrt, like, like, bow bow)
(Grrt, like)
Like, Like
Yo Jay, How you feel about this one?
Fuck all the opps, we gon' hop in a, Like
Oh my God, we smokin' his pops
That nigga dead now he crying for mom
And he next, on the guys
5th to the Sev, that's shot
Like, y'all niggas really don't spin on y'all opps
How y'all jackin' y'all smoking his pops?
But y'all niggas was chilling, and dissing my block
And I'm smokin' his pops right now (Right now)
And y'all niggas ain't getting no guap
Fuck all the talkin', we spinnin' y'all block
If we catch him, he lackin', we wipin' his snot
Oh, he lackin' right there, just flock, just flock (Keep flockin')
Bitch I'ma up, give a fuck if he lackin', I'm throwin' out shots if he yellin', "What's crackin'?"
TG, what? I'll slap him
That nigga ain't doin' shit but just rappin'
Sa-Say what? I'ma up and start blastin'
Now he dead, in a casket
Fuck all the rapping, y'all niggas be actin'
Y'all know where I'm at if you really want static
Smoke Edot, I was laughin'
And he dead, that was tragic
That bitch a thot, she'll can't come to my house, if she fuckin' the opps, then I'm punching her out
Ayo, Kenzo, yo' bitch is a slut
You was kissing that bitch with my dick in her mouth
And y'all niggas be dissing for clout
Like, y'all better stay in house
See you shooting you videos, thinking its sweet
I'ma kick down ya' door leave ya' brains on the couch
Like, hol' on
Edot (Like, hol' on)
Notti (Hol' on)
Like, like, I'm feeling myself (Edot)
Like, like, hol' on
Notti' boppin' in this bitch, nigga (Like, suck my dick)
Come on, now (Like)
Feeling myself right now (Ahh)
Fuck all the opps, we gon' hop in a, Like
Oh my God, we smokin' his pops
That nigga dead now he crying for mom
And he next, on the guys
5th to the Sev, that's shot
Like, y'all niggas really don't spin on y'all opps
How y'all jackin' y'all smoking his pops?
But y'all niggas was chilling, and dissing my block
And I'm smokin' his pops right now (Right now)
And y'all niggas ain't getting no guap
Fuck all the talkin', we spinnin' y'all block
If we catch him, he lackin', we wipin' his snot
Oh, he lackin' right there, just flock, just flock (Keep flockin')
Bitch I'ma up, give a fuck if he lackin', I'm throwin' out shots if he yellin', "What's crackin'? "
Writer(s): Shavar Williams
