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dirfinesse - started popping lyrics

aye
finesse n-gga, aye

[chorus:]

n-ggas pillow talking, they ain’t really wit’ it
n-gga i’m about it, uh, (let’s get it)
sitting on that block
had a n-gga thinking as i’m really counting, let’s get it
posted wit’ them n-ggas, some price snitching
had a n-gga doubting, uh
should i keep going, should i fall back
had to make an option right, right
40 on my waist
i ain’t pillow talking, i’ll really pop em, aye
n-ggas growing up, had to make it out
never had an option, aye
all this for my brothers
never caught me snitching never caught me lying, uh
talking to my gang slime
wit’ a pistol, n-ggas know i got em, uh

[verse 1:]

running thru these streets
never had the money, n-gga had to find it, uh
running thru the trap
smoking so much gas like a n-gga flying, let’s get it
trapping out the deli
had to get the money, had to get a private, uh
talking to my gang slime
wit’ a pistol, n-ggas know i got em, uh
n-ggas keep on rattin, yellin’ out they mouth
call that sh-t a opera, uh
dude was rat, still got booked
f-cking wit’ the cops, let’s get it
n-ggas need a cup, 40 hit em up
call that sh-t my chopper, uh
looking like a barber
gave that n-gga lines, slicing like a dike, let’s get it
there’s another sitting setting on my brother
f-ck is you gon do let’s go
hitting all the rats
he gon hit em up, imma hit em too, let’s get it
and i’m riding thru these streets
lookin’ at the money, lookin’ at the view, let’s go
8th for a dub
if you got $40 ima give you two, let’s get it
n-ggas never wit’ it, they said they gon blast
when i slide thru, let’s get it
i’m looking like a dike, drilling wit’ a strap
f-ck you wan’ do, let’s get it
feel like my b-tch leaving every time
stepping in the booth, let’s go
feel like the fact that a n-gga do what he gotta do, let’s get it
the bag was too small everyday
so a n-gga had to hustle, uh
and prove myself almost everyday till i get a duffle, let’s get it, (aye aye)
sitting on his trigger
he ain’t even get the bussing, let’s get it
quick to hit his b-tch
lay his b-tch down, like i’m tryna stuff her

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