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Young Renzel, got my nigga Keise
Got Wiz, you heard?
Empire State of Mind, New money
Printers runnin', ink wet
I love that, no tints
I need you to see my beard, ho
If you ain't handlin' business, you ain't bossin', nigga
If the whip ain't six figures, you ain't flossin', nigga
Send a bitch to get her ass done out in Mexico
Triple up, we could profit off of videos
If you ain't handlin' business, you ain't bossin', nigga
If the whip ain't six figures, you ain't flossin', nigga
Send a bitch to get her ass done out in Mexico
Triple up, we could profit off of videos
If you ain't handlin' business, you ain't bossin', nigga
If the whip ain't six figures, you ain't flossin', nigga
Send a bitch to get her ass done out in Mexico
Triple up, we could profit off of videos
Pop a molly then we do the polygraph
She'll slide with papi, probably for an autograph
Got it poppin' and I'm tippin' all the staff
Couple watches, kept the baddest bitches in the back
Fuck house arrest, movin' how I wanna move
Stay in the news, now they call me Ricky Chronicles
Flip the page as you see I'm touchin' more paper
Hit a bitch and now they screamin' "Rozay don't save her!"
At the light I let her out just like a playa would
Threw up two fingers just like I said I would
And I run the city just as the mayor should
Give the power to the people, trust me, that's good
If you ain't got no haters you ain't poppin', nigga
Whole clique known to get it poppin', nigga
Extendo hangin' out my polo boxers, nigga
P-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p shots ring, but I'll box a nigga
Box a nigga, in this game they try to box me out
Charles Barkley in the paint, snatchin' every rebound
I tried to tell her I don't love her, she just a rebound
But she don't listen, matter fact, that's her textin' me now
I gotta get it, I'm poppin', that's how I'm livin'
Taxpoppin', yeah, I admit it
Order some more Belaire 'cause these bitches know they be sippin'
Lord knows they be thirsty, Lord knows I been workin'
I been positively killin' these niggas, they know it's certain
I be in a weak Benz, eatin' Wheat Thins with my wheat Timbs
Seein' bread through these weak lens
Got a weak bitch, long hair, weave in
Yeah, I'm poppin', young king, nigga, better peep shit
Young nigga with his pistol and his chain out
If they ain't hatin', it's 'cause you trappin' out the same house
A pint of lean and some thangs we do to keep a pace
My paper set up on plug, I'm in the drug trade
I grew up with the killers and the robbers, nigga
They'll strip you out that Balmain and them Robins, nigga
Not the type to entertain what you bitches tweet
'Cause I could pop up with them thangs and see you in the streets
I'm really ready to ride and rectify the rules
Show you how I divide up all the work and move
So now you understand why these niggas hate
So homie, you ain't poppin' if them niggas ain't
A quarter key will have a nigga straight
Been in this bitch so long, I watched the beaker break
I talk dope 'cause it's universal
You an all-black sly nigga, you a lurker