Letra Poppin' (Freestyle) - Yo Gotti
Got a bunch of guns, but ain't shot 'em
Why you got a bunch of guns, but ain't shot 'em?
If you ain't got no haters, you ain't poppin'
When I be in the A, I be poppin'
King of Compound, ask
I be dead fresh, I'm stylish
If water around the house, that bitch an island
Late night, got a bitch on Fallon
Brand new 'Rari with the [?] stripes
I be in the kitchen, I'm the chef
Dope ain't coming back, I got to get it right
Don't make me f*** your bitch, that pu*** poppin'
We be ballin' like we hit the lotto
We some real niggas, that's the motto
We be in the club, where the sparklers at?
I just sold a brick now I got [?] bread
Fell in love with a ratchet, but get model head
Boy I got the 40, it got hollow heads
And you a yes ni***, you a bobble head
My money out the banks and hit to Mexico
El Chapo just escaped, I'm trying to double that
Free Big Meech and Free [?], we need blessings
I'm a dopeboy, where the legends at?
I just moved to Miami with the
Shoutout to [?] and [?]
I be with the Haitians in Little Haiti
Caught a dirty, damn near violated probation
Called my mama from the bank, told her we made it
Bitch asked me if the pu*** good, told her I hate it
And she lyin' to her friends, saying I ate it
But I only [?] on the head, we never dated
If you ain't got no haters, you ain't poppin'
Why you got a bunch of guns, but ain't shot 'em?
Niggas watching in the closet, see you plottin'
Boy you a f*** ni***, you ridin'
Why you got a bunch of guns, but ain't shot 'em?
Got a bunch of guns, but ain't shot 'em
Why you got a bunch of guns, but ain't shot 'em?
If you ain't got no haters, you ain't poppin'
This that big money shit, that executive shit
This that young ni*** with the shirt off in the Lambo shit
This that park that hoe, come back in a 'Rari shit
This that make these niggas jump off the motherfuckin' bridge
You know what I'm talking about?
This that [?] shit
This that have a hundred, this that motherfuckin' buzz down drug
That bitch hate it, this that crib look like a small [?] on them pussies
And we cash that out
You ain't got no haters, you ain't poppin'
You ain't got no enemies, you ain't street
[?]
We built for
CMG!
Art of Hustle
This that [?] understand