20Glock - Poppin freestyle Lyrics

Yeah, ain't no questions bout it, they can't stop it
The Way I pop, my shit when I be poppin
And the way I pop it ' with the pocket rocket
And the way I'm aiming at this nigga noggin

Flashes from the muzzle chopperazzi, I
Hope he have his homies with him when I slide
And I hope he make his baby mama drive
I hope he let his little brother ride

F*ck it, hope his mama with him too
Get the drop, then I get in route
And I'm hoppin' out the coupe like kangaroo
Nick the cannon, drummin, boom, boom, boom

Tryna crack his eggy with the woo
Passin' bullet gassin, like a poo
Abra his cadabra, make him poof
I just do it like I'm Nike in a swoosh

I be in the trenches with my goons
Stand on business with whoever whom
Steppin' on whatever with a boot
Trample like GodZilla when I do

No distraction, honin' on the loot
Inconsiderable, introverted, and in tune
Intelligent, comprehending, the confusion
Had to prove my point to make improvement

Remove the burden, hinderin' my maneuvering
I converted to a better me, rebirth it
To authentic, expressing' how a nigga feelin
Give a motha f*ck on how you feelin

Sorry ain't no sorry that I'm givin
Did some things that cannot be forgivin
Perfectly perfectin' my perfection
Protectin' what I protect with my protection

Without a question, my responders answer, Big General, they obey what I command
Big hearted, don't give no constraints
Imperturble to the rumors that they making

Don't relate with niggas cause we not the same
You can see the difference niggas lame
Don't know how to get in motion cause they can't

Yeah

Yeah, ain't no questions bout it, they can't stop it
The Way I pop, my shit when I be poppin
And the way I pop it ' with the pocket rocket
And the way I'm aiming at this nigga noggin

Flashes from the muzzle chopperazzi, I
Hope he have his homies with him when I slide
And I hope he make his baby mama drive
I hope he let his little brother ride

F*ck it, hope his mama with him too
Get the drop, then I get in route
And I'm hoppin' out the coupe like kangaroo
Nick the cannon, drummin, boom, boom, boom

Tryna crack his eggy with the woo
Passin' bullets gassin, like a poo
Abra his cadabra, make him poof

I get to the sack like I'm Dion

I sit back and I relax with the squeeze on
It's whatever that he on, that's what we on
On the back of niggas, neck is what my foot on
Nigga act just like a pussy, he get beat on

Better watch who and what he speak on
I Stay up in the field with the cleats on
Blinky hot, my heart full of freon

Ain't no questions bout it, they can't stop it

And the way I pop it with the pocket rocket
Flashin' from the muzzle, chopparazzi
Hope he have his homies with him when I slide