Текст Kid Ink – Poppin’ Shit

Urgh I pop shit believe that believe that, everywhere I be, you can see that, drinks by the liter, you can see that everywhere I be at

I poppin shit bottles too she pop it for a g,
That’s what you gotta do, That’s what you gotta do
We poppin shit x3

Los:
Couple new Roley’s with a couple frozen bands
My nigga squeeze arm’s like a couple holding hands,
Nigga vroom tryna flip that Maserati over
Smelling like Izzy Miyaki and my fly Versarce loafers
Drop them hunndits, Pop that perfect,
Jum in the drop murk it while bumping the locks,
Nigga shades Versace probably cost a thousand,
Fly to death, private jets flying across an island,
I just got me a spade I was just in Spain,
Nigga I’m a get this change, Poppy told me slow down,
I said woah now that’s a no now, Nigga it’s about to go down,
I’m a turn bad like mowtown, What the fuck they think?
We don’t smoke it, it don’t stink,
This how fly niggas lean, Love my Versace that’s a fly nigga thing,
I was born a broke nigga I’m a die like a king, Bad Boy

Urgh I pop shit believe that believe that, everywhere I be, you can see that, drinks by the liter, you can see that everywhere I be at

I poppin shit bottles too she pop it for a g,
That’s what you gotta do, That’s what you gotta do
We poppin shit x3

Kid Ink:
Pock’ full of hund’s in the Levis,
Wait got yo’ hunny out the beehive,
OG got me high than a tree house,
2 fingers up like a eat out… wait,
Talk for a ride get the seat out,

Urgh I pop shit believe that believe that, everywhere I be, you can see that, drinks by the liter, you can see that everywhere I be at

I poppin shit bottles too she pop it for a g,
That’s what you gotta do, That’s what you gotta do
We poppin shit x3

Wait I tell her bring her friend cus we multiplying the ash,
I let Ink divide her legs and we never provide a fraction,
Two young fly niggas on a private jet,
Running out of Ink tryna write me a check,
Don’t start no shit won’t be no shit!
I said fuck the world but we don’t care,
We do molly to the models,
Suicides on that Rarri’,
Like soy-e sauce on the body,
Then body shift to a hotty

Urgh I pop shit believe that believe that, everywhere I be, you can see that, drinks by the liter, you can see that everywhere I be at

I poppin shit bottles too she pop it for a g,
That’s what you gotta do, That’s what you gotta do
We poppin shit x3