Yung Mal - Used To Poppin lyrics

[Intro] (Hzrd went crazy on that motherfu*ker) [Chorus] Like a mil' when you walk in my closet Had to stay on my grind, I went got it I got used to poppin' Bands, they bustin' out my pocket I really came out the projects All that money, got it pilin' They told me get it, now I got it My young ni**as, they been wildin' Ride in this b*tch with them dirty K's Yes, we got a whole lot of choppers I know a ni**a caught a case and he fold The ni**a had told on his brothers Ride in that Wraith, feel like I'm outer space And I got a whole lot of choppers It ain't my birthday, but I got a whole lot of cake And I got a whole lot of problems [Verse 1] Got a good brain on her, I think that b*tch went to college I ran that sh*t up, I been savin' my guala I pray my young ni**as don't catch a body Some ni**as had tried us, said fu*k it, they slidin' I go get my own, I can't wait on nobody I show that love, never hate on nobody I hold this sh*t down, I can't fold, I'm too solid I'm a rich young ni**a, still post in the projects Went major league, but don't play for the Dodgers I roll up exotic, it smell like I vomit My ni**as ride with me, they steppin' and stompin' Shoot at the top of the head, not the stomach I go retarded, we got the money, went dummy Spent a forty right on my chain, this sh*t nothin' Gotta watch how you run up on me, they might bust you They know I came from nothing [Chorus] Like a mil' when you walk in my closet Had to stay on my grind, I went got it I got used to poppin' Bands, they bustin' out my pocket I really came out the projects All that money, got it pilin' They told me get it, now I got it My young ni**as, they been wildin' Ride in this b*tch with them dirty K's Yes, we got a whole lot of choppers I know a ni**a caught a case and he fold The ni**a had told on his brothers Ride in that Wraith, feel like I'm outer space And I got a whole lot of choppers It ain't my birthday, but I got a whole lot of cake And I got a whole lot of problems [Verse 2] I wake up, I'm drinkin' lean straight out the bottle Yes, I got that guala, these b*tches get lit for these dollars Stick came with a beam, if it spot 'em, I got 'em All my day one ni**as, they know that I got 'em No new ni**as Still with the same young ni**as, we came from the bottom Ring it up, I got rich, now I feel like I'm Roddy I be with some rappers like Rowdy Got sold-out shows, sh*t crowded Top floor condos, big houses Ride big body Benz, got them killers behind me Chain rose gold, but I came up from poverty Gotta turn up some more for the ones who had doubted me I done came a long way, you just gotta be proud of me I pull up, that chopper on side of me I wear nothin' but that custom, ni**as can't drip like me I be poppin', these ni**as won't copy me [Chorus] Like a mil' when you walk in my closet Had to stay on my grind, I went got it I got used to poppin' Bands, they bustin' out my pocket I really came out the projects All that money, got it pilin' They told me get it, now I got it My young ni**as, they been wildin' Ride in this b*tch with them dirty K's Yes, we got a whole lot of choppers I know a ni**a caught a case and he fold The ni**a had told on his brothers Ride in that Wraith, feel like I'm outer space And I got a whole lot of choppers It ain't my birthday, but I got a whole lot of cake And I got a whole lot of problems