Poppin up (feat. 999rambo & Ladrocc6x) [Remix]

Bout that bread, we poppin' up Bro, send shots, you better duck Lil' bro say I can't drive the way I was workin' the V nigga flew to the trunk I got 15 in this clip, went on the back street, you know I'm gon' dump And sis got a shotgun, out the store, them f*ck niggas play, they get hit with a pump Got that cup, and I don't simp, I ain't lazy, I ain't drunk I know right now I might slip, got that G3 with a drum You can't see me creep from round the', cut I step on shit, I stomp This shit gettin' easy every time we see a opp his ass get slumped He talkin' greasy, when I had let that bitch pop, I made him jump He in the G-League, he ain tryna hoop, ain't scorin', get put in the trunk Oh my God, bounce out the whip, we'll hit at yo squad Pussy ass niggas try to run, he caught one to the hip, got hit with that rod This dumb nigga had his gun, but he had still try to do dip, that shit be odd Spank shit like he my son, chopp got a booty up on it like Nicki Minaj Got up close, we turn his ass ghost hollow, spread through his body just like a massage Hit him up close, we ain't runnin' from shit, had that boy gettin' low, he been duckin' from Rod Caught him outside, he been runnin' from Drack, these niggas be bitches, they ain't tryna slide Duckin' and runnin' from shots, these niggas' shouldn't of been, dissin' on Instagram Live Niggas be duckin' and hidin', we out on they block and these niggas ain't never outside We parkin' outside with da 9, I'm tellin' these pussy ass niggas to come out n slide Bounce out that ride, is yo ass ready to die, f*ck it, I'm tryna collide, he duck, got fried Boy, my belt ain't empty, that last nigga died, I looked in his eye, everybody know I had li mhm ass swingin' his dreads, he was lookin' surprised, hopped out empty the clip, he ran n trip Notha nigga got took from his guy, these nigga hoes, these niggas run in the dark, then they go change they disguise If ion go' hop out on him, I got aim yo brain, tryna take your mind, hop out on him, with them big ass Glocks, we got 2 3 sticks Keep on talkin', all that shit, we take your ass right out this mix, youll, thank me and my niggas in madden, how we sendin blitz Got a gun, but, he still duckin' action, we had took his shit, tried to run, but that shit had got nasty, left him Gushin shit Exotic guns, they heard them bitches clappin', started hidin' in bushes and shit, I'm not no duck, can't set me up, she playin' im cookin' that bitch When we pull up, you see that truck, it ain't no Rookies in it, this bitch so big, it aim at yo wig and plus its a fully in it, he dead in the ditch, got hit with a switch, them boys gettin whoopin'a n shit A park that car, we finna creep up out the store, we gon' bang at that lil' boy and leave him stretched out on the floor, we been spendin' four,a week just tryna drench that nigga frow, push up on me, you gettin' blew, cause this lil nigga gettin'bold