You Ain’t Poppin’ (Remix) lyrics

[Produced by 808 Mafia]

[Hook: Rico Richie]
I'm standing at a table full of bottles
I'm standing at a table full of robbers
Trust me n*gga, you don't want no problems
You gon' make them choppas blocka-blocka yea
If you ain't got no haters, you ain't poppin'
If you ain't got no haters, you ain't poppin' n*gga
If you ain't got no haters, you ain't poppin'
If you ain't got no haters, you ain't poppin' n*gga

[Verse 1: Lil Bibby]
Look I got forty thou on my robin's
Postin' in the town with the goblins
Catch a n*gga flexin' we gon' rob him
Tell 'em up the chain or we gon' pop 'em
Got 300 hundreds shot when we be mobbin'
Move the f*ck around if you ain't shoppin'
Bibby gambino, I'mma mobster
Made man at the table eatin' lobsters
These n*ggas ain't savage, they impostors
My shooters like Max off of Shottas
Been around the world, I ain't have no problems
Try'na rob, take the strap like I'm Waka
[Hook: Rico Richie]
I'm standing at a table full of bottles
I'm standing at a table full of robbers
Trust me n*gga, you don't want no problems
You gon' make them choppas blocka-blocka yea
If you ain't got no haters, you ain't poppin'
If you ain't got no haters, you ain't poppin' n*gga
If you ain't got no haters, you ain't poppin'
If you ain't got no haters, you ain't poppin' n*gga


[Verse 2: Lil Bibby]
b*tch I'm going hard and I ain't stoppin'
Play this in the club, get it rockin'
My youngins in the cut with the carbon
Hit his top, knock his brain out his noggin
They know I run the town while you joggin'
Pussies want to go to war, send some shots then
In the kitchen, whippin' with the wrist!
At 15, Credo taught me this sh*t
Told me bibby, you got to do it like this!
Shake the dope, seroquels in the mix
And my young n*ggas steady catchin' bodies
Flip on, they can't do me like I'm Bobby, Huh!

[Hook: Rico Richie]
I'm standing at a table full of bottles
I'm standing at a table full of robbers
Trust me n*gga, you don't want no problems
You gon' make them choppas blocka-blocka yea
If you ain't got no haters, you ain't poppin'
If you ain't got no haters, you ain't poppin' n*gga
If you ain't got no haters, you ain't poppin'
If you ain't got no haters, you ain't poppin' n*gga
[Verse 3: Lil Bibby]
My young n*ggas they rockin' out
No drive-bys, we hoppin' out
Got thirty shots in my clip then it's about 25 I'm poppin' out
I'mma get low but I'mma keep five, never know might need mine
Just in case sh*t get real, have to let them off and have speed time
My b*tch bad like Keisha, and every night I'll eat her
Her hair long, her ass fat, she ain't even got no visa
35 for a beat, give me like 8 bands for a feature
Every time that I step out, be fresh as f*ck like Easter
I'm gone...