Top Songs By PopLord
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
PopLord
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Yakki
Composer
Shawn Jefferson, Jr.
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Shawny Boi
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Shawny boy, what's poppin'?
Shawny boy, you dig?
[Verse 2]
It ain't 'bout money, I don't talk 'bout it
Bought a new chain off narcotics
Sucker-free shit, I ain't blow poppin'
Unc' made a million off blow probably
Bought a new watch, I don't owe Molly
In the shade or trapped out with your ho probably
Just left Lakewood, me and JR
I'll probably jack my dick 'fore I pay her
Hundred round on the stick, this a AR
If a fuck **** owe me, he gon' pay up
I'd rather get a check 'fore I lay up
Know some **** playin' broke just to stay up
Fuck **** throwin' shot, ain't not one hit
So I don't give a fuck what you say, bruh
I remember you when me and Unc' were goin' out of town
Hittin' licks, stealin' safes for the paper
[Verse 3]
Condo in the sky like a scraper
Dad had a old-school Buick LeSabre
Role model TV, we ain't have no cable
Gunfight with BBs, shootin' at the neighbors
Streets need a **** like me to relay this
You gotta bring something to the situation
****, if you really wanna eat at the table
Heart cold, some situations leave memories that you will never replay
Sometimes, God send some people to your life
That you could never replace 'em
I know I did some people dead wrong in my life
That I can never just face it
Put on your ho, put on your family and your mans
Start you a brand and run up them bands and do what you can
[Verse 4]
It ain't 'bout money, I don't talk 'bout it
Bought a new chain off narcotics
Sucker-free shit, I ain't blow poppin'
Unc' made a million off blow probably
Bought a new watch, I don't owe Molly
In the shade or trapped out with your ho probably
Just left Lakewood, me and JR
I'll probably jack my dick 'fore I pay her
Hundred round on the stick, this a AR
If a fuck **** owe me, he gon' pay up
I'd rather get a check 'fore I lay up
Know some **** playin' broke just to stay up
Fuck **** throwin' shot, ain't not one hit
So I don't give a fuck what you say, bruh
I remember you when me and Unc' were goin' out of town
Hittin' licks, stealin' safes for the paper
[Verse 5]
Fifty K on me, shoppin' on anything
Feel the pain from the stick when it penetrate
A big two K on that chopper
Pull up with your ho and get served and call it a dinner date
No face, no case, no place, no name
Call that a getaway
Hotbox, hot Glocks, two shots, good aim
Told 'em to spin away
True meaning of slide, mean you gotta shake some
Meaning of slime, mean they might take some
Up a pistol to fire, I got a ray gun
Came up on the dice, I'm tryna break some
Booty butt-naked bitch, she Dominican
She wanna suck me and fuck me, get into me
Trapped out the bando and ran up my Benjamins
My condo a trap house, I'm rollin' like Michelin
[Verse 6]
It ain't 'bout money, I don't talk 'bout it
Bought a new chain off narcotics
Sucker-free shit, I ain't blow poppin'
Unc' made a million off blow probably
Bought a new watch, I don't owe Molly
In the shade or trapped out with your ho probably
Just left Lakewood, me and JR
I'll probably jack my dick 'fore I pay her
Hundred round on the stick, this a AR
If a fuck **** owe me, he gon' pay up
I'd rather get a check 'fore I lay up
Know some **** playin' broke just to stay up
Fuck **** throwin' shot, ain't not one hit
So I don't give a fuck what you say, bruh
I remember you when me and Unc' were goin' out of town
Hittin' licks, stealin' safes for the paper
Written by: Shawn Jefferson, Jr., Yakki