Squat - Poppin lyrics

[Intro: Lil Wayne] (808 Mafia) Face up No Ceilings No Ceilings Yeah, No (Got em) [Hook: Lil Wayne] I'm standin' at a table full of choppas n***a I'm sippin' on the maple, Aunt Jemima n***a And trust me, n***a, you don't want no drama n***a Cause I swear we all nuts, John Bobbitt n***a, woah If you ain't got no skaters you ain't poppin' n***a If you ain't got no skaters you ain't poppin' n***a If you ain't got no skaters you ain't gnarly n***a Yeah you see us, we just skatin', you just fallin' n***a, woah [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] She tryna put this money in her stocking She kinda thick as f** and got some knockers, woah My n***as really blood and you just spotting whoa We all over the bread like a sloppy joe And when I'm in the p**y I'm a boss, knock her off My enemy don't cross the line I draw, respect my art Man I swear to God these pussies soft like a moth Weezy baby, diaper off, different cloth Different thoughts Sippin' syrup like it's broth Life is short, tart f** his b**h, whip his kids, drive his car, f** I'm grindin', tryna stack a hundred commas Just popped a combo, I ain't talkin' bout McDonald's, woah [Hook: Lil Wayne] I'm standin' at a table full of choppas I'm standin' in the Maybach cause it's topless I'm standin' at a table full of options Different b**hes, different flavors, different toppings And we ain't got no traitors in our posse And really I'm just wavy and I'm saucy And really I'm amazing and I'm awesome My whole squad lit, n***a - arson If you ain't got no skaters you ain't gnarly n***a If you ain't been to Vegas, you ain't party n***a Shout out to Lil Capito and Marley, n***a I've been f**in' with them since Atari, n***a And me, I'm a lil 504 New Orleans n***a I be in 305 though like a Marlin n***a And Hoodie, he from Texas, b**hes boppin' mane And since I met him, I ain't ran out of drank [Verse 2: Curren$y] When we leave H-Town it's in a fish tank Gla** house Chevrolet, you can see everything Bad b**hes with c**aine nose rings Give it up to real n***as and expose lames Cold game got me in the Mulsanne k**in' these streets, audio drug slang If you don't collect Ferraris you ain't poppin' n***a You could learn Italian in my driveway b**hes If it ain't OG I ain't coppin' Don't smoke, we just throw it in the garbage Them n***as ain't tough, they just talkin' Outchea after dark them n***as targets Horror movie writer, I be with the monstas Trill surround us, you might not make it out 'em Phone calls in the morning say they found him Whole hood wanna see what y'all gon' do about it Rolled up on the front porch At my grandma's house watchin' Blood Sport Through the screen door What you know about gunshots? Ever seen war? I've really seen more than I talk 'bout, n***a Stuntin' on streets you're scared to drive down Our town, children be firin' live rounds Hug the ground cause this sh** gettin' serious f** around, get k**ed unintentional While I'm outchea eatin', n***a, Whole Foods Rollin' up straight gas, fresh produce I'm the guy that you go to, criminal smooth Digital moves, triple the loot Hopped on the phone, called the lot, "Gimme the coupe" I thought of Tune, called back, told him, "Give me two" That's what I do If you ain't got no Daytons you ain't poppin' n***a One time for my lowriders hoppin' n***a L