When I first started rappin,
Aint know what to say shit all you heard was cappin
These niggas really lame after school started trappin,
Ain't never sold a bird, luh boy stop yappin
Got a young tender thang, got her calling me pappy,
Got some locs, on the go, neighborhood been stackin
All blue honey bun in a Louie jean jacket,
Ain't giving up shit to a bitch shit tragic
Hit the hoe then I'm gone, disappear like magic,
Yeen really only one that's poppin,
Say you pull up to the plug, bitch I pull up to socket
Can't decide Ruth Chris or Hibachi,
Put a nigga on a plate for a small ass deposit
QueCaine when you dropping,
Any damn day, tryna run me up a wallet
Wanna sign with Gucci Mane, scrape a lil bit of profit,
Introduce me to the game, gain a lil bit of knowledge
Said her brain was insane, but she never went to college,
I'm all in for the gang damn right I ain't stoppin,
BigWalk drop this bitch knew I had to go with poppin
Deuce deuce on MARTA gotta keep a pocket rocket,
Gotta stay on all ten, cause these niggas be plotting
Ain't got no damn friends, stop calling me patna,
He ain't shoot a damn thang, said he claiming false bodies
Better stay in yo lane, cause that .40 be knocking,
Put a nigga on stage, have the whole club rocking
Walk through pretty hoes just smiling,
Cocky nigga know I'm always styling
Best friends they be wildin,
Burned out know they got high mileage
For a 10 she gone pop it, cut em off cause they watching my pockets
Just bought new Drake call it doctor
Tryna run gun em down, bullets fix ya posture
Hood life always section 8 housing
Bet it's hard too talk down, when a nigga sitting tall as a mountain
(Big QueCaine)
Glock 30 wit a drum, you gone hear a Big Bang,
You can call me anything but a snitch or a lame
Put my mind on the winning know I gotta maintain,
Started popping my shit know these hoes wanting fame
I ain't chasing no deal, I just want a big chain,
Want a house like Uncle Phil, shit big as Norte Dame
Hundred thousand on a Rolls, Que you outta be ashamed,
Mama chill, here go yours she ain't tripping bout a thang
(Tsss, She ain't tripping bout a thang)
QueCaine - Poppin (Freestyle) '21 Lyrics
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When I first started rappin,
Aint know what to say shit all you heard was cappin
These niggas really lame after school started trappin,
Ain't never sold a bird, luh boy stop yappin
Got a young tender thang, got her calling me pappy,
Got some locs, on the go, neighborhood been stackin
All blue honey bun in a Louie jean jacket,
Ain't giving up shit to a bitch shit tragic
Hit the hoe then I'm gone, disappear like magic,
Yeen really only one that's poppin,
Say you pull up to the plug, bitch I pull up to socket
Can't decide Ruth Chris or Hibachi,
Put a nigga on a plate for a small ass deposit
QueCaine when you dropping,
Any damn day, tryna run me up a wallet
Wanna sign with Gucci Mane, scrape a lil bit of profit,
Introduce me to the game, gain a lil bit of knowledge
Said her brain was insane, but she never went to college,
I'm all in for the gang damn right I ain't stoppin,
BigWalk drop this bitch knew I had to go with poppin
Deuce deuce on MARTA gotta keep a pocket rocket,
Gotta stay on all ten, cause these niggas be plotting
Ain't got no damn friends, stop calling me patna,
He ain't shoot a damn thang, said he claiming false bodies
Better stay in yo lane, cause that .40 be knocking,
Put a nigga on stage, have the whole club rocking
Walk through pretty hoes just smiling,
Cocky nigga know I'm always styling
Best friends they be wildin,
Burned out know they got high mileage
For a 10 she gone pop it, cut em off cause they watching my pockets
Just bought new Drake call it doctor
Tryna run gun em down, bullets fix ya posture
Hood life always section 8 housing
Bet it's hard too talk down, when a nigga sitting tall as a mountain
(Big QueCaine)
Glock 30 wit a drum, you gone hear a Big Bang,
You can call me anything but a snitch or a lame
Put my mind on the winning know I gotta maintain,
Started popping my shit know these hoes wanting fame
I ain't chasing no deal, I just want a big chain,
Want a house like Uncle Phil, shit big as Norte Dame
Hundred thousand on a Rolls, Que you outta be ashamed,
Mama chill, here go yours she ain't tripping bout a thang
(Tsss, She ain't tripping bout a thang)
Aint know what to say shit all you heard was cappin
These niggas really lame after school started trappin,
Ain't never sold a bird, luh boy stop yappin
Got a young tender thang, got her calling me pappy,
Got some locs, on the go, neighborhood been stackin
All blue honey bun in a Louie jean jacket,
Ain't giving up shit to a bitch shit tragic
Hit the hoe then I'm gone, disappear like magic,
Yeen really only one that's poppin,
Say you pull up to the plug, bitch I pull up to socket
Can't decide Ruth Chris or Hibachi,
Put a nigga on a plate for a small ass deposit
QueCaine when you dropping,
Any damn day, tryna run me up a wallet
Wanna sign with Gucci Mane, scrape a lil bit of profit,
Introduce me to the game, gain a lil bit of knowledge
Said her brain was insane, but she never went to college,
I'm all in for the gang damn right I ain't stoppin,
BigWalk drop this bitch knew I had to go with poppin
Deuce deuce on MARTA gotta keep a pocket rocket,
Gotta stay on all ten, cause these niggas be plotting
Ain't got no damn friends, stop calling me patna,
He ain't shoot a damn thang, said he claiming false bodies
Better stay in yo lane, cause that .40 be knocking,
Put a nigga on stage, have the whole club rocking
Walk through pretty hoes just smiling,
Cocky nigga know I'm always styling
Best friends they be wildin,
Burned out know they got high mileage
For a 10 she gone pop it, cut em off cause they watching my pockets
Just bought new Drake call it doctor
Tryna run gun em down, bullets fix ya posture
Hood life always section 8 housing
Bet it's hard too talk down, when a nigga sitting tall as a mountain
(Big QueCaine)
Glock 30 wit a drum, you gone hear a Big Bang,
You can call me anything but a snitch or a lame
Put my mind on the winning know I gotta maintain,
Started popping my shit know these hoes wanting fame
I ain't chasing no deal, I just want a big chain,
Want a house like Uncle Phil, shit big as Norte Dame
Hundred thousand on a Rolls, Que you outta be ashamed,
Mama chill, here go yours she ain't tripping bout a thang
(Tsss, She ain't tripping bout a thang)
Writer: Quintin McKenzie
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