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poppin - tpl lyrics

[intro]
kf beats
ayy, rocky, this is wavy

[hook: td]
stacks & racks
then cop me a pocket rocket
as long as bro is around
i don’t think that the violence’s stoppin’
6 in the spin’s for shoppin’
which opp pack we coppin’
might as well buy your coffins
she raise me ’cause i’m poppin’

[verse 1: omizz]
the undies got eyes on gang
they wanna know more ’bout dc lane
injecting skin cause pain
doing masked up like bruce wayne
ride out with paintball pellets
this ain’t a game, that’s way too lame
5 in a 4*door dinger
personal driver can’t make no mistakes
what a lame
does your fav’ rapper do what he says
said it once and i’ll say it again
tap it, tap it, slap it, slap it
on the back roads with bro
if i see a farm hat then nap him, nap him
grab that pack and slang it
fill up the ting, get ’round and bang it
it ain’t safe around manston flats
these red bottles leave more than a scratch
hop out and slap
hop out, hop out, see the ting don’t jam
still doing road on my 97’s
just run when you see these weapons
nothin’ like dez
real corn, no pellets
watch that car over there
no patience, get ’round and wreck it
dc lane that’s us
no patience, get ’round and rep it

[verse 2: jojo]
aye, k, let’s go crash that
couple drills were done so bait
no time to go change them plates
and i know it’s a rookie mistake
but we didn’t get grabbed that day
so i had to thank god that day
came back to the block, all smiling
out with the pack, then called it a day
when it comes to the trap, i’m cray
beating unlimited shots all day
young boy, go make some cake
then i might just grab us a cake
16 two and a q’s in a cake
made more than 2 and a blue in a day
pull up on opps, see them running away
they don’t know between real or fake
hold on to the sky
let me see whose fake
ten bands if i [?]
can’t do it like me, what a shame

[verse 3: td]
all that money from rap
you would think that they got real waps
they give us chat on snap
he got bunned and lost his chat
get ’round there in manston flats
gb bussin’ off them straps
we slap it at your cap
in the booth i do not cap
in the field i do not lack
bad man from the tp batch
i got love for my akh
tell him stand back when i go tap*tap
all i know is trap and stack
why’s he watching me like that
does he know that sa slaps
does he know that sa slaps

[hook: td] x2
stacks & racks
then cop me a pocket rocket
as long as bro is around
i don’t think that the violence’s stoppin’
6 in the spin’s for shoppin’
which opp pack we coppin’
might as well buy your coffins
she raise me ’cause i’m poppin’

kf beats
ayy, rocky, this is wavy

- tpl lyrics

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