City Poppin'

(アルバム： Clan Way 2 - 2020)

[DJ:]
BucksClan, we the ones got the city popping (We the ones)
All these eyes on my baggie, I'm Fendi copping (All this Fendi)
Pouring Wock' in lemonade, yeah, we Simply dropping (Dropping Simplys)
'Member we was on the bus, now we Bentley shopping (In a Bentley, Low the Great)
Niggas begging for this shit, "When the album droppin'?"
Lame niggas paying hoes, call 'em Alvin Johnson (Them niggas lame)
I just caught a hail mary like I'm Calvin Johnson (Bitch)
In the wraith with C3, nigga, we in Compton (On Rosecrans)

[Jeeezy:]
Got a bitch in Inglewood and a bitch in Compton (In Compton)
Should've went to Georgia Tech, I got plenty options (Too many)
Really never broke again, bitch, we really popping (We poppin')
Pulling Benzes off the lot, nigga, fuck an auction (Fuck an auction)
Yeah, I'm Floyd Money May', we ain't taking losses (Hell naw)
Studio a gas chamber, got me really coughing
Forty pointers on my neck, this a water faucet (Splash)
Told C3 he good, got him at the Slauson (Slauson)

[King Combs:]
Yeah, took a jet from DC, finna go to Boston
And my wrist stone cold like Steve Austin
Wave juice got me splashing like a sea dolphin (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
And I'm riding in the foreign, yeah, the keys talking (Skrrt, skrrt)
New Bentley swerving, yeah, I crashed the Bent'
Here that other nigga go with that cap again (What? Say what? What?)
Got my fist in the air like Kaepernick
Rich nigga conversations, talking cash and shit (Cash)
In the club with the Clan throwing bags and shit
And the money, yeah, I preach it, I practice it (Nigga)

[DJ:]
Anywhere we go, it's lit like a bonfire (Bitch, it's lit)
Feet bleeding like I'm walking 'round on barbed wire (Walking 'round on barbed wire)
She want a bean, she gon' pop it like an old tire (Old tire)
She gon' pay for this X like a phone buyer (like a buyer)
My nigga Xan yelling, "Safe," like an umpire (Safe, safe)
Neezy racing in the Benz, he a drunk driver (Nigga drunk)

[Jeeezy:]
Stomp a nigga 'til his face look like Quagmire (Quagmire)
All these niggas really hoes, Mrs. Doubtfire (Niggas hoes)
All the bitches hit my phone, they wanna text now (They wanna text now)
'Cause I'm with Diddy son, we on a jet now (We on a jet now)
It's just us knocking bitches we just met down (We just met 'em)
Hitting bitches in New York, I'm a Met now (Met now)

[King Combs:]
Yeah, fuck it, I might tell pops 'bout a nest now
Blue face, all my presidents is dead now
Bad Boy on the neck, diamonds wet now
Heavyweight like I'm Wilder, flex now

[Jeeezy:]
You been rapping all these years, you a letdown (Letdown)
I ain't tryna hear you talk, put your head down (Niggas lame)
Big California kings when I rest now (Big bed)
Balenciagas big as fuck, I can't step down (Goddamn)

[DJ:]
Walking in, breaking necks now (Breaking necks)
I ain't doing shit for free, I need a check now (I need a check)
Quarterbacking, throwing bombs, fuck a checkdown (Fuck a checkdown)
Finna pull up on my shirt, I'm finna flex now (Yeah, I'm finna flex)
Hoes lurking on my page, I'm a mess? How? (How?)
Killing niggas first year, I'm the best rook (Best nigga)
I get mad when I play like I'm Westbrook (Yeah, I'm mad)
I be fucking on the same hoes as Quinn Cook (Lil' nigga)