Poppin lyrics

[Intro]
(808 Mafia)
It's WillThaRapper n*gga
I on' f*ck about him
Unplug 2, hehe
Now listen up
Look, I say, look
Look, I say

[Verse]
If you ain't got no haters, you ain't poppin', n*gga
Well I got opps, so I won't hesitate to pop a n*gga
No, this ain't a rollercoaster, ain't nothing pop with n*ggas
That just simply means I won't hesitate to drop a n*gga
Pistol off safety, I might point it at a pus*y n*gga
I ain't never get why n*ggas dying over pus*y, n*gga
Boy, I'm a vet with the TEC, you like a rookie, n*gga
Street school is in session, stop flexin', you playing hookie, n*gga
Soft cookie, n*ggas'll crumble under a fed case
f*ck the six tangles, cause thirty is what my leg say
Let off 'bout ten out the clip, but he got fed eight
Call him lead face, hit his brain, until his head break
f*ck a headache, I count money until my hands sore
I don't know these n*ggas, f*ck are they tryna be my mans for?
If you out here trapping, f*ck you tryna run a scam for?
You a street n*gga, tell me, what the f*ck you ran for?
You a damn whore, so don't call yourself a man, boy
I done seen sh*t that you would never understand boy
I done seen hits for cash under a grand boy
For five hundred sh*t, I done leave you lyin' boy
Call it DOA, n*ggas snakes, like B-O-A
Mamma prayin' it be okay, I want chips like Frito-Lay
Not a game, boy, we don't play
Not a face, this sh*t is real
f*ck poverty, I'm the field
f*ck profit, I need a mil
Them bills don't need a deal
Cause labels be on that b*tch sh*t
Managers be stealing, and fans be on some switch sh*t
Tryna put holes in my cheese, they on some Swiss sh*t
Ballin' 'til I'm broke in the knees, I'm on some swish sh*t
b*tch get put the f*ck out if she don't f*ck, sh*t
n*ggas get barred from the squad if they don't f*ck sh*t
Why you purpin' out with a gun? He ain't gon' bust sh*t
n*ggas see me with that '01 and he ain't touch sh*t
Got a couple haters so I'm poppin' n*gga
Like a baby to sleep, I'll rock a n*gga
Like the baby was mines, I'll pop a n*gga
They say he trained to go, well I'll stop a n*gga
I got my ammo on c*ck, I'll nail the n*gga
And if a n*gga want smoke, inhale the trigger
It ain't a n*gga in here, oh Lord, heaven realer
Small money is cool, but I like better, bigger
New money, same squad, new broads, new cars
New bars, only real sh*t, all true bars
Who ya'll? You ain't buzzing
My name ringing like cellphones
Running down the same block you sell on
Then set up shop on the block, like what's poppin' n*gga?
Hurry up, what you want? What you coppin' n*gga?
You ain't got no cash then get the choppa, n*gga
Before the feds pull up and get to floggin n*ggas
Clockin' n*ggas all day, that sh*t blowing me
n*ggas telling these lies but they ain't knowing me
Most of 'em owing me, I know the real n*ggas gon' feel this
Man, f*ck a rap cause this some real sh*t
Look