Lyrics: xavier landum/Tony Coles Anderson/Billy Marvin Smith
Music: xavier landum/Tony Coles Anderson/Billy Marvin Smith
[Intro]
I picked you up when you fell and cut your knee
I told you not to cry and held you close to me
(You left me for some)
You don't shit where you live, yeah, I like that better
One, we can help you
Two, we can allow to help yourself
And three, we can have you replaced (Tony Coles)
Ayy
[Chorus]
See, I really been poppin' my shit on a whole 'nother level
You play and get sent to the devil
These b*****s been on me, I swear they keep callin' my phone
I'm like, "Hold on, let me check the schedule"
If she get time of day, then I had a good play
So I'm back at the spot, she gettin' bent like a pretzel
These n****s be soft than a b***h, but turned up off a Perc'
Boy, I'm solid and stand on whatever
See, I really been poppin' my shit on a whole 'nother level
You play and get sent to the devil
These b*****s been on me, I swear they keep callin' my phone
I'm like, "Hold on, let me check the schedule"
If she get time of day, then I had a good play
So I'm back at the spot, she gettin' bent like a pretzel
These n****s be soft than a b***h, but turned up off a Perc'
Boy, I'm solid and stand on whatever
[Verse]
Ayy, b***h, I'm poppin' like corn on a kettle
A lame nigga reach for my chain, he get hit with this metal
And first, shit, we onto new levels
I put triple D on my back and my foot on the pedal
I'm chasin' ciabatta, the cheddar
I really know Mexicans, though, I call all of 'em Hector
We up, you can go check the record
'Cause, lately, I really been ballin', I'm feelin' like Steph
Sit back, let me teach you a lesson
You run up on BigXthaPlug and get hit with this weapon
Want the Glock, the AR, or the Wesson?
But I'll still beat your b***h ass like it's Marvel or Tekken
Teach us pray every day to the reverend
She know that I'm out on my last and her son been a felon
Think he sweet, put a hole in his melon
And I'll probably beat the lil' case 'cause we don't do no tellin'
To the laws, boy, I'm something like Helen
These n****s be hoopin' and hollerin', boy, **** all that yellin'
We 'bout it, come check out my section
Taliban shit, but you know it's 600 I'm reppin'
In my hood, boy, I'm somethin' like a legend
You can't join the gang if you ain't known for shootin' and steppin'
Where he play, that's the same place we left him
Was bein' too extra, I hate that the gang had to stretch him
[Chorus]
See, I really been poppin' my shit on a whole 'nother level
You play and get sent to the devil
These b*****s been on me, I swear they keep callin' my phone
I'm like, "Hold on, let me check the schedule"
If she get time of day, then I had a good play
So I'm back at the spot, she gettin' bent like a pretzel
These n****s be soft than a b***h, but turned up off a Perc'
Boy, I'm solid and stand on whatever
[Outro]
See, I really been poppin' my shit on a whole 'nother level
You play and get sent to the devil
These b*****s been on me, I swear they keep callin' my phone
I'm like, "Hold on, let me check the schedule"
If she get time of day, then I had a good play
So I'm back at the spot, she gettin' bent like a pretzel
These n****s be soft than a b***h, but turned up off a Perc'
Boy, I'm solid and stand on whatever