Kid Ink - Poppin Shit Feat Los | Текст песни

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• Kid Ink
• Poppin Shit Feat Los

[Hook - Kid Ink & Los]
Okay, uhh
I pop shit, believe that
B-B-Believe that, everywhere I be at, uhh
You can see that, drinks by the liter
You can see that, everywhere I be at, uhh
I’m poppin’ shit, bottles too
She pop it for a G, that’s what you gotta do (go)
That’s what you gotta do
Wait, we poppin’ shit (Los)
We poppin’ shit
Wait, believe that

[Verse 1 - Los]
I got a couple new rollies with a couple frozen bands
My nigga squeeze arms like a couple holding hands
Nigga vroom, tryna flip that Maserati over
Smelling like Issey Miyake and my fly Versace loafers
Nigga why you droppin’ hundreds?
If hunny pop it perfect
I jump in the drop, murk it, while bumping the (?)
Nigga wait, my shades, probably cost a thousand
Fly to death, private jets, fly me across an island
I said, just let me explain, I was just in Spain
Probably see it rain, nigga I’m a 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
Uhh, Ink, what the fuck they think?
We don’t smoke it, it don’t stink
This how fly niggas think
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 & Los]
I pop shit, believe that
B-B-Believe that, everywhere I be at, uhh
You can see that, drinks by the liter
You can see that, everywhere I be at, uhh
I’m poppin’ shit, bottles too
She pop it for a G, that’s what you gotta do (go)
That’s what you gotta do
Wait, we poppin’ shit
Wait, we poppin’ shit
Wait, believe that

[Verse 2 - Kid Ink]
Pocket full of hund’s in the Levi’s
Wait, got your hunny out the beehive
OG got me high than a tree house
Two fingers up like a eat out, wait
Take you for a ride, get a 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 a opera
Pull up in that big boy truck, it’s a Tonka
Ready for the show, baby you gonna want an encore
Tell em we that
We ain’t on no bullshit, no AC just cool kids
And a bad bitch on full shift, I’m gone off the full fifth
I don’t think they ready for it, bout to make em forfeit
We’ve been going hammer time, right about the toolkit
Alumni

[Hook - Kid Ink & Los]
I pop shit, believe that
B-B-Believe that, everywhere I be at, uhh
You can see that, drinks by the liter
You can see that, everywhere I be at, uhh
I’m poppin’ shit, bottles too
She pop it for a G, that’s what you gotta do (go)
That’s what you gotta do
Wait, we poppin’ shit
Wait, we poppin’ shit
Wait, believe that

[Verse 3 - Los & Kid Ink]
Ayo I tell her bring her friend cause we multiplying the ash
And I let ink divide her legs and we never provide a fraction, wait
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 this fuck the world, but we don’t kiss
Man we threw molly to the models
Did suicides on that rarri like siu sauce on the body
Then body shit for a hobby like (woo)

[Hook - Kid Ink & Los]
I pop shit, believe that
B-B-Believe that, everywhere I be at, uhh
You can see that, drinks by the liter
You can see that, everywhere I be at, uhh
I’m poppin’ shit, bottles too
She pop it for a G, that’s what you gotta do (go)
That’s what you gotta do
Wait, we poppin’ shit
Wait, we poppin’ shit
Wait, believe that, uhh