Lyrics
Yung Renzel, where ma nigga Keason
(Made back music) Empire state of mine
New money, Prenny’s running, ain’t wet
I love that, No tense
I need you to send my beer hoe
If you ain’t handlin' business, you ain’t boss nigga (huh)
You whipping 6 figures, you ain’t flossing nigga (huh)
Send that bitch in to get her ass done out in Mexico (woo)
Triple up, we could profit off the videos (yeah)
You ain’t handlin' business, you ain’t boss nigga (huh)
You whipping 6 figures, you ain’t flossing nigga (huh)
Send that bitch in to get her ass done out in Mexico (woo)
Triple up, we could profit off the videos (yeah)
If you ain’t handlin' business, you ain’t boss nigga (huh)
You whipping 6 figures, you ain’t flossing nigga (hoh)
Send that bitch in to get her ass done out in Mexico (woo)
Triple up, we could profit off the videos (yeah)
Pop in mali, then we do the polygraph (woh)
She would slide with poppy poly for a autograph (facts)
Got it poppin' then am tipping on the stair (facts)
Couple watches kept the baddest bitches in the bed (woo)
Fuck house arrest, moving how I want to move
They in the news now they call me Ricky chronicles (what)
Flip the page as you see am touching more paper (more paper)
Get the bitch, now they screaming, Rosey don’t save her
At the light I let it out, you like a player wood (glare wood)
Do it two fingers, just like I say I would (holla at you)
And I run the city just as the mayor should (boss)
Give the power to the people, trust me, that ain’t good
You ain’t got no haters, you ain’t poppin' nigga (you ain’t poppin' nigga)
Whole click, now to get it poppin' nigga (get it poppin' nigga)
His stando hanging out my Polo bosses nigga (Polo bosses nigga)
Po, pop shots, dream about boxing nigga
Box a nigga in his game and they tyrna box me out (uh huh)
Charles Barkley in the pace that you never rebound (that's it)
I try to tell her, I don’t love her, she’s just the rebound (let's get it)
But she don’t listen, matter a fact, that’s her texting me now
I got to get it, I’m poppin', that’s how am living
Text poppin', yeah I admit it
Order some
Cause these bitches know they be sippin'
Lord knows they be thirsty, Lord knows I’ve been working (Lord)
I’ve been positively killing these niggas, they know it’s certain
I be in a week, fans and weep, fans with my wheat
Tam seeing bread through these wheat (I see it)
Plans go a week, bitch long hair, we
Weave in, young poppi, young king
Niggas better peeps you, Keese
Young nigga with his pistol in his chain now (bam)
If they hate’n cause you striping out the slam house (aah)
For and some things we do to people pays
My paper set up, unplugged, am in the drug trade
I grew up with the killers and the robbers niggas
They’d strip you out that bomb and ain’t no robbers nigga
Not the type they entertain what you pussies tweet
Cause I could pop you with 'em things, see you in the street
I’m really ready to wide and wreck the father rules
Show you how I divide up all the work and move
So now you understand why these niggas hate
So homie you ain’t poppin' if them niggas ain’t
A quarter kia have a nigga straight
Been in this bitch so long, I watch the beaker break
I talk dope cause it’s universal
You and all black slide nigga, you a lurk