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shoreline mafia – poppin it lyrics

[intro: ketchy the great]
sippin’ dirty wock, hugging a chopstick
ron ron do that sh-t
beat boy taught me

[chorus: ketchy the great]
percocet for breakfast got me nauseous
sippin’ dirty wock, hugging a chopstick
pull off in the drop, i’m tryna drop sh-t
you poppin’ it, now you moving cautious
you poppin’ it, bro stop all that poppin’ it
the gang will leave you hanging, n-gg- stop it
you poppin’ it, bro stop all that poppin’ it
the gang will leave you hanging, n-gg- stop it

[verse 1: ralfy the plug]
come on n-gg-, we ain’t toting little stock clips
thirties and up ’cause all my n-gg-s like them chopsticks
we pourin’ them fours ’cause we addicted to the swamp p-ss
we getting this money and we ain’t worried ’bout no opps b-tch
maybelline, no my n-gg-s don’t do play with lean
get your -ss beat up and robbed for tryna play with me
don’t play with me, man you know that pistol stay with me
exclusive finna get purp up in the faygo creme
free the ruler, i ain’t never been no loser n-gg-
pimp pimp pimp, i got your b-tch up in the room with trigger
free the ruler, i ain’t never been no loser n-gg-
pimp pimp pimp, i got your b-tch up in the room with trigger

[verse 2: rob vicious]
you poppin’ it
no peace treaty ’round my way, no i ain’t squashin’ sh-t
if it’s on sight then when i catch you ho i’m dropping sh-t
talking sh-t, n-gg- that’s that sh-t that get your block hit
know that you ain’t really ’bout that nonsense so stop it
on molly, it don’t matter what scenario
know i’m faded off the dope ’cause my eyes very low
that b-tch f-ckin’ everybody, she do varials
beating up her walls like a new stereo
oh sh-t, loud pack smokin’
people think i’m crazy, i blow cookies in the open
i’m wavy like the ocean, lil b-tch you might drown
sit back and just watch how this sh-t go down

[verse 3: ohgeesy]
‘gees got the zippers, hundred pack flipper
she want to f-ck the man, baby girl i’m that n-gg-
don’t choose her, don’t pick her, to the curb i’ma kick her
bro got the blicka, he roll up like a swisher
shoot and won’t miss you, i f-ck and dismiss her
she a stupid b-tch, you the type of n-gg- kiss her
you be popping sh-t, b-tches get to topping sh-t
i see it then i want it then i grab it and i’m copping it
prepare for the consequence if you plan on robbing me
ar with extended clips will separate your body piece
percocet, i’m nauseous, in the trap i’m cautious
diamonds drippin’ on my neck, it’s running like a faucet

[verse 4: fenix]
break them bricks down and then we wrappin’ sh-t
we on some trappin’ sh-t, you rappin’ it but cappin’ it
i’m sippin’ on that sh-t that’s in your cabinets
i do you bad, we not the same, my n-gg-s savages
your b-tch gon’ call my phone, she know i’m havin’ sh-t
that p-ssy real right, you know i’m stabbin’ sh-t
if it’s money in them plans we gon’ establish it
why you hatin’ on my n-gg-s, ’cause we cashin’ sh-t
i’ma take a n-gg- b-tch, finna blow her back out
i’ma send her back to you, she had my d-ck all in her mouth
i f-ck b-tches off of clout, you pillow talk and run your mouth
i’ma send her back to you, she had my d-ck all in her mouth

- shoreline mafia lyrics

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