Poppin’ Drugz lyrics

[Intro:]
Yung Dash: RJ, go get that n*gga Daylon..
BG Rod: Say no more
Chiefy: Aye, what it do bro, Pittsburgh boppin', we in this b*tch, we off the Xans Bro
BG Rod: Yea!
Chiefy: We poppin' Molly bro
Yung Dash: & BG Rod: YEA!!
Chiefy: We gettin' ready to hit off on this b*tch bruh; Aye Micah bro
BG Rod: Skrrrrrr!!

[Chorus: 30 On The Beat & BG Rod]
Hunnid bands in my pocket, you know I got the cargo
(know I got that muthaf*ckin' cargo)
All these b*tches round me, you ain't even got the memo
(you ain't even get the muthaf*ckin' memo)
Poppin perkys, poppin Molly, poppin all these xans
(off the xans)
Got all these girls at my crib, they coming out them pants
(off the xans)

Poppin Perkys, poppin Molly, poppin all these Xans
(off thе xans)
Got all these girls at my crib, they coming out thеm pants
(off the xans)
Poppin Perkys, poppin Molly, poppin all these Xans
(off the xans)
Got all these girls at my crib, they coming out them pants
(off the f*ckin' xans)
Poppin Perkys, poppin Molly, poppin all these Xans
(off the xans)
Got all these girls at my crib, they coming out them pants
[Verse 1: Chiefy & Yung Dash]
Poppin' molly, poppin' oxy, good head sloppy toppy
And you know I got my Vans, police stop me, put up my hands
I'm off the xan, off the molly, tell your girlfriend get up off me
And One, you can't stop, Chief-Slink that's my hobby

Uh, I'm sick and tired of these games
I'm done f*ckin' with you lames
Good head, give me brain
D. Lillard no aim

Taking shots out your dome
Criss-cross, no phones
Air penny. no loan
Helicopter no drone uh...

[Chorus: 30 On The Beat & BG Rod]
Hunnid bands in my pocket, you know I got the cargo
(know I got that muthaf*ckin' cargo)
All these b*tches round me, you ain't even got the memo
(you ain't even get the muthaf*ckin' memo)
Poppin perkys, poppin Molly, poppin all these xans
(off the xans)
Got all these girls at my crib, they coming out them pants
(off the xans)
Poppin Perkys, poppin Molly, poppin all these Xans
(off the xans)
Got all these girls at my crib, they coming out them pants
(off the xans)
Poppin Perkys, poppin Molly, poppin all these Xans
(off the xans)
Got all these girls at my crib, they coming out them pants
(off the f*ckin' xans)
Poppin Perkys, poppin Molly, poppin all these Xans
(off the xans)
Got all these girls at my crib, they coming out them pants

[Verse 2: BG Rod]
Gettin' all these dubs, all I know is winning
Dropped thirty-three last game, I think I'm Scotty Pippen
Coke and Henny is the only thing, that I'm sippin'
Sauce from head to toe, yea that boy Rod be drippin'

You and your girl split, things ain't clickin'
She slid in my DM's next day, without no permisson
Now I got your b*tch, whipping up in the kitchen
And you know I'm in this b*tch, flexing and finessing

[Chorus: 30 On The Beat & BG Rod]
Hunnid bands in my pocket, you know I got the cargo
(know I got that muthaf*ckin' cargo)
All these b*tches round me, you ain't even got the memo
(you ain't even get the muthaf*ckin' memo)
Poppin perkys, poppin Molly, poppin all these xans
(off the xans)
Got all these girls at my crib, they coming out them pants
(off the xans)
Poppin Perkys, poppin Molly, poppin all these Xans
(off the xans)
Got all these girls at my crib, they coming out them pants
(off the xans)
Poppin Perkys, poppin Molly, poppin all these Xans
(off the xans)
Got all these girls at my crib, they coming out them pants
(off the f*ckin' xans)
Poppin Perkys, poppin Molly, poppin all these Xans
(off the xans)
Got all these girls at my crib, they coming out them pants

[Outro:]
(30 On The Beat)