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(Pyrex Whippa) Poppin' this shit, got it hot, yeah, I’m poppin' My pockets, they full of that broccoli They pay me guala to stand on they couches You know I can't go, they ain’t send no deposit Brother still slangin' that dope And my young niggas ridin' with the stick, tryna catch them a body Put up racks every day, yeah, that's my hobby (Racks) Racks, they heavy, boy, I need a dolly (Shit heavy) Stick to the code, never tell on nobody Call me Big Pissy, my wrist need a potty (Big Pissy) Fire his ass up, know we smokin' on oppys Almost fell in love 'cause her toppy be sloppy (Ugh) Rockin' two chains and I got on Versace Got two seats, so I ride with the chopper (Strap) Own all kinds of narcotics (Hah) Too high, smokin' nothin’ but exotic I can’t go in if I can't get the Glock in (No) Still stuck with the gang ’cause that's how I'm rockin' (Gang) Nigga got killed, I heard they left him hot like a pocket (Hot) Too many hundred dollar bills, what the fuck I’ma do with a wallet? Don't got no ID (Nah), drive the Wraith with no fuckin' license Big rocks, put a hole in my ear like Tyson Came out the hole, we ain't have nothin' but butter and rice (Yeah) Letras de cancionesNow when thet get a verse, it come with prices No, I'm not a ref, but I got me some stripeys Ran out of Percs, now we poppin' Vikes Some niggas went left when I got it righteous (Fuck) Talk to my son and he be gettin' excited (Hah) My dog got no bond and he indicted (Damn) We got the trap hot just like The Wire Somebody get water, bitch, I'm on fire (Yeah) And I'm a boss, need a job, you get hired Fuck these niggas, put F's on my tire (Fuck 'em) Let up the wings, no miles on this Tesla (Ooh) She got some mouth, so I let gang test her (Ugh) I keep a pocket full of that cheddar (Racks) Hotter than kettle Poppin' this shit, got it hot, yeah, I'm poppin' My pockets, they full of that broccoli They pay me guala to stand on they couches You know I can't go, they ain't send no deposit Brother still slangin' that dope And my young niggas ridin' with the stick, tryna catch them a body Put up racks every day, yeah, that's my hobby (Racks) Racks, they heavy, boy, I need a dolly (Shit heavy) Stick to the code, never tell on nobody Call me Big Pissy, my wrist need a potty (Big Pissy) Fire his ass up, know we smokin' on oppys Almost fell in love 'cause her toppy be sloppy (Ugh) Rockin' two chains and I got on Versace Got two seats, so I ride with the chopper (Strap) Own all kinds of narcotics (Hah) Too high, smokin' nothin' but exotic 1017 too hot, bae, your ass so fat, I can't pass Drop the top double-R, 2015 your dash (Drop the top) Push the gas to the floor, give a fuck if I crash I got so many racks, why the fuck is you mad? VVS diamonds glass Push-start the whip, it crank up and go fast (Go fast) Hashtag, you tryna beef on the 'Gram (Hell nah) Check, let's parachute when I land (Check that) Check that, we gon' pull up and spray 'em (Check that) Got too many racks in these Amiri pants (Too many racks) Poppin' shit with Yung Mal, the family (Poppin') Goddamn leaf, it got too many grams in it (On God) Flooded the watch and the rope and the pendant, I'm gettin' it (Flooded) Used to be broke, came up scrapin' up pennies (Scrape 'em up) Not trippin', big scales in the kitchen I'm whippin', got Pyrex with me (Let's do it) Poppin' this shit, got it hot, yeah, I'm poppin' My pockets, they full of that broccoli They pay me guala to stand on they couches You know I can't go, they ain't send no deposit Brother still slangin' that dope And my young niggas ridin' with the stick, tryna catch them a body Put up racks every day, yeah, that's my hobby (Racks) Racks, they heavy, boy, I need a dolly (Shit heavy) Stick to the code, never tell on nobody Call me Big Pissy, my wrist need a potty (Big Pissy) Fire his ass up, know we smokin' on oppys Almost fell in love 'cause her toppy be sloppy (Ugh) Rockin' two chains and I got on Versace Got two seats, so I ride with the chopper (Strap) Own all kinds of narcotics (Hah) Too high, smokin' nothin' but exotic From Letras Mania