Lyrics

Man, they ain't poppin' like they used to
Send hits, hit licks, bitch, boo-hoo
10 K in my pocket, all Blue's Clues
Guess who, guess who, bitch, guess who
Like, damn, you ain't poppin' like you used to
And these drugs don't hit like they used to
Need some shit that won't quit, that ooh-ooh
Guess who, guess who, bitch, guess who
Spend a check in it, get some neck in it
I ain't a rookie, lil' boy, a big lieutenant
I'ma drip with it, hi-tech in it
Cigarette-dippin', codeine-itchin'
And the trigger finger with it, you want it, just come and get it
I'm high, but I won't admit it, go dumb when I go up in it
Spend a check on it, none of you bitches want it
Have me pop the whole thing, ho, I'm from New Orleans
Woadie coppin' cocaine like we on the border
I'ma chop the whole thing, sashimi shorty
Throw the fours on it, pour the four, homie
I'm in South Texas sippin' on some dope shorty
And I need the whole thing
Heard you lookin' for me, well, come and find me
I'ma get it back, got the Gucci with no strings
Suit yourself for some racks
You could keep the fuckin' change, I don't want a fuckin' thing
Man, they ain't poppin' like they used to
Send hits, hit licks, bitch, boo-hoo
10 K in my pocket, all Blue's Clues
Guess who, guess who, bitch, guess who
Like, damn, you ain't poppin' like you used to
And these drugs don't hit like they used to
Need some shit that won't quit, that ooh-ooh
Guess who, guess who, bitch, guess who
Chopper style with it, runnin' wild with it
Big racks, no cap, I'ma have to get it
Triple beam pinchin', clear the scene, ignorant
I go dumb with it, Percocet-splittin'
I don't need her, but she want me, I promise, I keep it on me
No stylist been lookin' lovely, promethazine in my tummy
Spent a check for it, all you bitches borin'
Knock, knock, kickin' doors, they don't fuckin' want it, no
Man, they ain't poppin' like they used to
Send hits, hit licks, bitch, boo-hoo
10 K in my pocket, all Blue's Clues
Guess who, guess who, bitch, guess who
Like, damn, you ain't poppin' like you used to
And these drugs don't hit like they used to
Need some shit that won't quit, that ooh-ooh
Guess who, guess who, bitch, guess who
Man, they ain't poppin' like they used to
Send hits, hit licks, bitch, boo-hoo
10 K in my pocket, all Blue's Clues
Guess who, guess who, bitch, guess who
Like, damn, you ain't poppin' like you used to
And these drugs don't hit like they used to
Need some shit that won't quit, that ooh-ooh
Guess who, guess who, bitch, guess who
Written by: Joshua Marchetta
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