Poppin

[Intro: Lil Wayne] Face up No Ceilings, No Ceilings No [Hook: Lil Wayne] I'm standin' at a table full of choppas, nigga I'm sippin' on the maple, Aunt Jemima, nigga And trust me, nigga, you don't want no drama, nigga Cause I swear we all nuts, John Bobbitt, nigga If you ain't got no skaters you ain't poppin', nigga If you ain't got no skaters you ain't poppin', nigga If you ain't got no skaters you ain't gnarly, nigga Now you see us, we just skatin', you just fallin', nigga [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] She tryna put this money in her stocking She kinda thick as fuck and got some knockers My niggas really blood and you just spottin' We all over the bread like a sloppy joe And when I'm in the pussy I'm a boss, knock her off My enemy don't cross the line I draw, respect my art Man I swear to God these pussies soft like a moth Weezy, baby, diaper off, different cloth Different thoughts, sippin' syrup like it's broth, life is short Tart, fuck his bitch, whip his kids, drive his cars, fuck I'm grindin', tryna stack a hundred commas Just popped a combo, I ain't talkin' 'bout McDonald's [Hook: Lil Wayne] I'm standin' at a table full of choppas I'm standin' in a Maybach cause it's topless I'm standin' at a table full of options Different bitches, different flavors, different toppings And we ain't got no traitors in our posse And really I'm just wavy and I'm saucy And really I'm amazing and I'm awesome My whole squad lit, nigga, arson If you ain't got no skaters you ain't gnarly, nigga If you ain't been to Vegas, you ain't party, nigga Shout out to Lil Capito and Marley, nigga I've been fuckin' with them since Atari, nigga And me, I'm a lil 504 New Orleans nigga I be in 305 though like a Marlin, nigga And Hoodie, he from Texas, bitches boppin', mane And since I met him, I ain't ran out of drank [Verse 2: Curren$y] When we leave H-Town it's in a fish tank Glass house Chevrolet, you can see everything Bad bitches with cocaine nose rings Get it with the real niggas and expose lames Cold game got me in the Mo sane Killin' these streets, audio drug slang If you don't collect Ferraris you ain't poppin', nigga You could learn Italian in my driveway, bitches If it ain't OG I ain't coppin' Don't smoke, we just throw it in the garbage Them niggas ain't tough, we just talkin' Outchea after dark, them niggas targets Horror movie writer, I be with the monsters Trill surround us, you might not make it out of Phone calls in the morning say they found him Whole hood wanna see what y'all gon' do about it Rolled up on the front porch At my grandma's house watchin' Blood Sport through the screen door What you know about gunshots? Ever seen war? I've really seen more than I talk 'bout, nigga Stuntin' on streets you're scared to drive down Our town, children be firin' live rounds Hug the ground cause this shit gettin' serious Fuck around, get killed unintentional When I'm outchea eatin', nigga, Whole Foods Rollin' up straight gas, fresh produce I'm the guy that you go to, criminal smooth Digital moves, triple the loot Hopped on the phone, called the lot, "Gimme the coupe" I thought it through, called back, told him, "Give me two" That's what I do If you ain't got no Daytons you ain't poppin' nigga One time for my lowriders hoppin', nigga L