Poppin sh*t lyrics

[Verse]
n*gga I'm poppin sh*t, shut up cause you not
I came from the trap I got racks in the shoe box
Since I started rapping I got my whole crew hot
I pull up just sprayin don't care about who shot
I got yo b*tch on her knees and she eating it
I'm on the grind getting Franklins Aretha sh*t
Always been selfish you know that I'm keeping it
Slide in the DM's, screenshot, then deleting it
Tell that n*gga move around what he better do
Used the glizzy let me see what baretta's do
n*gga I'm making them books like Coretta do
Let my gun talk I got tired of telling you
I just been bathing and clothing, aye
Tell that dumb b*tch to abort it, she late
Bout to get alot of tears on my face
Cause we make n*ggas disappear with no case
I been running up them stacks, I mean it
n*gga say he caught me lacking he dreaming
Eyes in the back of my head boy I seen it
Know some demons squeezing it for no reason
n*gga I'm lit, you not, I know it
Come with a Glock, I pop, I blow it
Dot, on that, if not, I'm focused
Wait, I missed, that sh*t, was bogus
I can't stop drinking it, n*gga I'm fiending
Shot that n*gga in his face while he screaming
He keep on bleeding, I keep on laughing
Ambulance get him while I keep on trapping
Call them plays I'm in the field ain't no Madden
Hitstick a n*gga, run off then I cracked em
n*gga want smoke I ain't bout to go ask him
Pull up with blunts give em smoke when I whacked em
n*gga I'm dripping, don't choke on no mission
Bout to go fishing, reeling yo b*tch in
I don't want that it don't come with extension
Ya b*tch from the back and I grip her extensions
Pull out her track, pull out her weave
Pull off her wig, b*tch I'm a beast
b*tch on your knees, swallow the kids
Hit from the back, grip on her ribs
n*gga I'm working can't take no time off
Too many times on the block let the nine off
Yeah I like to skateboard, know that imma grind hard
Pass bro the xans to the left that's a sidebar
Driving in my car, fast car, blast off
Know that imma kill em so I had to take the mask off
Boy keep talking, I ain't bout to let him cap off
Suck it too good I ain't never bout to go soft
You so soft, I know yall
High balling, with no ball
I could sell a brick with a phone call
Lean in the foreign bout to doze off
Got a main b*tch yeah got the side b*tch too
Got a bad ass b*tch tryna ride my ooh
200 the dash when I ride in the coupe
Lil Wayne ain't no ceilings I'm dropping the roof