Squat - You Ain't Poppin' (Remix) lyrics

[Produced by 808 Mafia] [Hook: Rico Richie] I'm standing at a table full of bottles I'm standing at a table full of robbers Trust me n***a, you don't want no problems You gon' make them choppas blocka-blocka yea If you ain't got no haters, you ain't poppin' If you ain't got no haters, you ain't poppin' n***a If you ain't got no haters, you ain't poppin' If you ain't got no haters, you ain't poppin' n***a [Verse 1: Lil Bibby] Look I got forty thou on my robin's Postin' in the town with the goblins Catch a n***a flexin' we gon' rob him Tell 'em up the chain or we gon' pop 'em Got 300 hundreds shot when we be mobbin' Move the f** around if you ain't shoppin' Bibby gambino, I'mma mobster Made man at the table eatin' lobsters These n***as ain't savage, they impostors My shooters like Max off of Shottas Been around the world, I ain't have no problems Try'na rob, take the strap like I'm Waka [Hook: Rico Richie] I'm standing at a table full of bottles I'm standing at a table full of robbers Trust me n***a, you don't want no problems You gon' make them choppas blocka-blocka yea If you ain't got no haters, you ain't poppin' If you ain't got no haters, you ain't poppin' n***a If you ain't got no haters, you ain't poppin' If you ain't got no haters, you ain't poppin' n***a [Verse 2: Lil Bibby] b**h I'm going hard and I ain't stoppin' Play this in the club, get it rockin' My youngins in the cut with the carbon Hit his top, knock his brain out his noggin They know I run the town while you joggin' Pussies want to go to war, send some shots then In the kitchen, whippin' with the wrist! At 15, Credo taught me this sh** Told me bibby, you got to do it like this! Shake the dope, seroquels in the mix And my young n***as steady catchin' bodies Flip on, they can't do me like I'm Bobby, Huh! [Hook: Rico Richie] I'm standing at a table full of bottles I'm standing at a table full of robbers Trust me n***a, you don't want no problems You gon' make them choppas blocka-blocka yea If you ain't got no haters, you ain't poppin' If you ain't got no haters, you ain't poppin' n***a If you ain't got no haters, you ain't poppin' If you ain't got no haters, you ain't poppin' n***a [Verse 3: Lil Bibby] My young n***as they rockin' out No drive-bys, we hoppin' out Got thirty shots in my clip then it's about 25 I'm poppin' out I'mma get low but I'mma keep five, never know might need mine Just in case sh** get real, have to let them off and have speed time My b**h bad like Keisha, and every night I'll eat her Her hair long, her a** fat, she ain't even got no visa 35 for a beat, give me like 8 bands for a feature Every time that I step out, be fresh as f** like Easter I'm gone...