Get It Poppin(Album Version|Explicit) - Sheek Louch

Get It Poppin (Album Version|Explicit) - Sheek Louch
Written by：John Wesley-Groover/Michael Cox
You know me as the mother f**ker love me
Yeah I would be back like
I could see the game is getting ugly
I heard that she's out of it
I'm a make you proud of it
She's here to separate
The real from the counterfeit
Look at how I got them up
DJ put my record back
Know you's an autotune
Because I'm not to use of that
Spit with a steady flow
Years I had steady dough
Whether it came from rap or
F**kin' wit' the petty ho'
Blaze that
I could leave a space wit' your face at
Now just the p**sy mom
I ain't trying to chase that
Done being credible
All yellers had a ball
F**kin' up the game practice
You panicking
Run sh*t
Run quick
Go get your gun quick
We're getting popping over here
Here
Ya ain't popping over there
There
My niggers getting popping right here
Mother f**ker you run sh*t
Run quick
Go get your gun quick
We're getting popping over here
Here
Ya ain't popping over there
There
My niggers getting popping right here
Let's go
Back in the street again
Beat again
Niggers on my again
Pause b**ches want me to beat again
Nigger want
Clear to be our the VIP out
Niggers we 'bout
Peace out
Before pull out
Peace out
Now what
Hit them here now
We've got his face cut
Niggers think he's swaying till
We're licking and we taste blood
F**k the club up
We live to rug up
Patrol and five or ten hoes just to rub up
Whip southside boy it's me baby
B**ches around my car
Cameras out I'm so super star
Keep it close to me
Who you're supposed to be
It's a reverb for blues
Say ho it's donna we G
Run sh*t run quick
Go get your gun quick
We're getting popping over here
Here
Ya ain't popping over there
There
My niggers getting popping right here
Mother f**ker you
Run sh*t
Run quick
Go get your gun quick
We're getting popping over here
Here
Ya ain't popping over there
There
My niggers getting popping right here
Right here
Somebody put them shaker out
See what they think about
Hey crack
Make a n**ga go
And get the paper out
He know
Hope you wanna flow
When they hit blow
My niggers aiming at the crowd
At innocent people
D Block
Niggers with an attitude in
That's right
White tea money green
MIB jet black
No doubt
Kush got me feelin light headed
Two things
We don't do
Money and b**ches we don't sweat it
I told y'all to
Motherf**kin' man to be back here
Sheek Louch
It's your time to re up
On songs from last year
Now I'm back smoothin
In your grandma cashmere
If this ain't my year
I ain't pre pare
WHAT UP
Run sh*t run quick
Go get your gun quick
We're getting popping over here
Here
Ya ain't popping over there
There
My niggers getting popping right here
Mother f**ker you
Run sh*t
Run quick
Go get your gun quick
We're getting popping over here
Here
Ya ain't popping over there
There
My niggers getting popping right here
Right here