Popping

Gotta get this s**t popping dawg, this s**t popping! (Ya lo sabes) Can't have ni**as coming in and out this bi**h though (What you talking bout mane?) Hello! Said I'm just tryna get em coming Know my s**t is rocking, I ain't gon... (Despacito brother) (Wicho Beatz) I got em this time, I got em this time, ready? [Hook] Said I'm just tryna get em coming Know my s**t is rocking Ain't gon be tripping bout a hundred Cause we got a thousand If mutha fu**as want to get it We can get to stomping Nah, I ain't scarred of nothing We can get it popping! We gon be loading up the money Get the shorties talking Come push up on my pockets She gon press up on my profits I'll put her pussy in a stretcher If she looking polished Im tryna pop, not talk s**t So we can get it popping! [Verse 1: Ace Chan] Double my profits, uh Look we ain't worried bout these f**k ni**as, Cause they off topic Keep your energy dominant, yea Got to keep your peace and your heat Real G's they gone model it, Whoa Sit back, roll up, and reminisce I was thinking about them times, As a troubled lil jit Thinking about the struggle and how we overcame it Mask off, in and out Get the bag, don't forget Had to leave the streets, Cause ain't no love in it Got to get it how you live, Ni**a don't get a death wish Invest in yourself, don't trust the government If it don't make guala, then it don't make sense [Hook] Said I'm just tryna get em coming Know my s**t is rocking Ain't gon be tripping bout a hundred Cause we got a thousand If mutha fu**as want to get it We can get to stomping Nah, I ain't scarred of nothing We can get it popping! We gon be loading up the money Get the shorties talking Come push up on my pockets She gon press up on my profits I'll put her pussy in a stretcher If she looking polished Im tryna pop, not talk s**t So we can get it popping! [Verse 2: QuinceLu] See I just started with some lil guala Copped an O, made it flip & turned it into dollars Now a ni**a OP, with the whole P's H*e please, what we smoking really OG, Oh Gina! Gotta ni**a high and stuck, Im high as f**k, This must be runtz, that's in these bluntz, I say this cause, my cedez puffed, I'm slump, Im done, My thoughts have come, And aw shit, I don't think I'm getting up Aw shit, let me catch you trying to catch me dumb I'll pop it, Imma let you know I'm not the one, I'm rocking, with a thirty pack, that love to rrump, brrump, brrump Bapump, bapump, best believe we drum Best believe, the piece, gon rest in peace, I'll let ya plead, I'll let ya bleed, I'll let ya seep, I'll let ya see, Your dignity, In straight defeat, It's murda! Cause I kill it like a beast! You Heard! [Bridge] Popping! See my ni**as get it Popping! Dope dealers get it Popping! Bad bi**hes get it Popping! [Verse 3: Ace Chan] I’m going insane, Lil mama Blow my brain like Kurt Cobain Tried to give em the game But these ni**as ran off, they lame Smoking packs, sipping slow You internet ni**as so digital Don’t want to get physical Attitude cynical I heard misery meets company Could be God or the devil, My ni**a don’t summon me They might’ve studied the drip, But can’t copy the steez OxiGang on your block, Bi**h you got to pay a fee! We Popping!