Poppin For Some

(Verse: Dro) Black kush reefer, smoking on Cali boy I’m a west side nigga like Danny Boy Flip a brick, sell a brick, cop a brick house Fuck a trick, keep my dick in yo bitch mouth Pull up boy, ridin Shawty, keep it real pimpin Zone 3, these streets, I am still in em Ridin jean Denim, Polo jean Denim When your broad spread her legs, I am up in er I’m a whack spinner, I’m a jack tinter And this bitch you fuckin, boy, I hit her last winter Ball crap dinners, I’m a lap winner Cookin dope, sellin dope, get yo ass in er (Hook: Dro) I got cash holdin my weed, my bitch poppin for some Got these shooters all in my right, you know they’ll offer for some We need corn down in my clique, you know we rockin for some All these bitches on my dick, you know I’m poppin for some They know I’m poppin for some She know I’m poppin for some He know I’m poppin for some They know I’m poppin for some (Verse: Yung Booke) Part like watch out bro, you 2 lyin Blood nigga, get out the booth flyin Can’t even wear all these looks no more Where it happens all I might shoot straight Got a foreign bitch, coppers on me Parker fly me, don’t no crib Count cab fair to get slow with Kick this shit with even broke lips Like hold up, hold up, hold up I mean brother smoking my reefer In the hood, servin that franky Smoking on a long blunt of that Keisha If I was rappin when I was in school coulda probably fucked my teacher Now my name poppin like Krisko I’m Hustle Gang with my rich girl (Bridge) Rollie got them hamer diamonds, can’t tell my wrist I’m a real nigga, been seen with one and I’m too legit I replace soldiers, don’t chase soldiers like fuck that bitch Wear 2 chains but know Ludacris and I’ve been preppin like know the deal (Hook: Dro) (Verse: B.o.B) Good weed and knock chomper Yo bitch is a cock monster I bang that pussy like a rock drummmer And she up and down like stock numbers No doubt about it, she throwin that That medicinal, I’m blowin that I got signed to 17 years old I said fuck school, I ain’t goin back See Dro, it’s my nigga Don’t make us go gorillas Man I swear to God these niggas flawed Everything white gold, that silver man We treat Mary Jane like strippers We just pour them shots of Tequila And they know we poppin for a reason man ‘Cause this Hustle Gang, we up in here (Hook: Dro)