Poppin’ Shit

Kid Ink

Album Rocketshipshawty

Hook: Kid Ink

Urgh I pop shit believe that believe that, everywhere I be at
You can see that, drinks by the liter,
You can see that, everywhere I be at

King Los

I’m poppin shit, bottles too she pop it for a g
That’s what you gotta do, that’s what you gotta do
We poppin shit, we poppin shit, we poppin shit

Verse 1: King Los

I got a couple new Roleys with a couple frozen bands
My niggas squeeze arms like a couple holding hands
Nigga VRROOM! Tryna flip that Maserati over
Smelling like izzy miyaki and my fly Versace loafers, nigga wait
Drop them hunndits, and Tony pop that perfect
I Jump in the drop murk it while bumping the locks, Porsche
Nigga wait,My shades probably cost a thousand
Fly to death, private jets flying across an island
I said, just let me explain, I was just in Spain, pump this in your brain
Nigga I’mma get this change, Puffy told me slow down
I said woah now that’s a no now, nigga it’s about to go down
I’m a turn Bad Boy to Motown, nigga unh, Ink? What the fuck they think?
We don’t smoke it, it don’t stink
This how fly niggas lean, she love my Versace that’s a fly nigga thing
I was born a broke nigga I’m a die as a king
Bad boy,

Hook: Kid Ink
Verse 2: Kid Ink

Pock’ full of hund’s in the Levi’s
Wait got yo’ hunny out the beehive,
OG got me high than a tree house
2 fingers up like a eat out.. wait,
Take you for a ride get the seat out
We be in this bitch going crazy..senile,
Back then niggas ain’t believe what they see now
Grip in my hand ball hard off the rebound
Boom, shocka, locka
Picture me rollin, loud like an opera
Pull up in that big boy truck it’s a Tonka
Ready for the show, baby you gonna want an encore
Tell em that. We ain’t on no bullshit
No ac just cool kids
And a bad bitch on full shift, I’m gone off the four fith
I don’t think they ready for it bout to make em forfeit
We’ve been going hammer time right about the tool kit alumni!

Hook: Kid Ink
King Los

Ayo I tell her bring her friend cus we multiplying the action
I let Ink divide her legs and we never provide a fraction,Wait

Kind Ink

Two fly young niggas on a private jet
Running out of ink tryna write me a check
Don’t start no shit won’t be no shit!
I said fuck the world but we don’t care

King Los

Man we threw molly to the models
Then suicides on that rarri’
Like suey on the body
Then body shit for a hobby like


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