Been Thru (feat. Quando Rondo) - Lil Poppa

Pooh you a fool for this one (Pooh you a fool for this one) I ain't gon' lie Pooh, you is a fool for this one right here, nigga Quando Rondo, nigga, yeah Gang, pull that bag out nigga, gang Sauced up on the walk-up, I be drippin' (drip) Pockets filled with blue like I'm crippin' (crip) Raw bands, Balmains, True Religion In VIP, broke niggas keep your distance Rich niggas to the other side Rich niggas to the other side Broke niggas to the other side Broke niggas to the other side It's a nigga in the club with my old bitch You can have that bitch 'cause she be on some hoe shit Somebody in the club standin' by a fuck nigga Point that nigga out and tell him you don't fuck with him It's a bitch in the club fuckin' everybody Fuck a bitch, can't fall in love 'cause they for everybody Best believe I'm strapped up with that extension So best believe, it's enough bullets for everybody Shake that ass in a circle baby, go, go, go Shake that ass in a circle baby, go, go, go Go up, down, round and round Go up, down, up, down, round and round, baby Sauced up on the walk-up, I be drippin' (drip) Pockets filled with blue like I'm crippin' (crip) Raw bands, Balmains, True Religion In VIP, broke niggas keep your distance Rich niggas to the other side Rich niggas to the other side Broke niggas to the other side Broke niggas to the other side (yeah) I been booted up the worst way (turn up) I remember having shootouts on my birthday They tryna find out where Durk stay (no, no, no) Don't know if they love me or tryna hurt me Real shooters, pill poppers Deal money, bought a lot of choppers All the opposition, kill 'em motherfuckers And I can't forget the trenches, them my blood brothers Shout-out Quando Rondo, he ain't lil' boss And they say I'm super savage, that's the hood fault And I paid you to be cool, that's what love cost Like shout-out to the family, know I love y'all Sauced up on the walk-up, I be drippin' (drip) Pockets filled with blue like I'm crippin' (crip) Raw bands, Balmains, True Religion In VIP, broke niggas keep your distance Rich niggas to the other side Rich niggas to the other side Broke niggas to the other side Broke niggas to the other side If you from the West Side, nigga throw the West up If you from the East Side, nigga throw the East up Sauced up, I be drippin' Pockets filled with blue like I'm crippin', yeah

DJ Swift on the track He got seventeen in his nina Mook got the keys jumping Youngin on the corner with seventeen in his nina Drunken love from a Corona, I shouldn't have showed her I need her Guess the picture they painted for me ain't nothing like Mona Lisa Inhalin' smoke from out the MAC, back to back, we blowin' reefer Same hoes these niggas lovin', I'm fuckin', they think they keepers Whoever thought the menace'd sell out a whole arena? I'm 'bout my racks like tennis, got a bitch look like Serena Don't matter what your mama tell you, just know I love you, Selena Where I'm from, you gotta tote one 'cause it's lethal My father told me back in '01, it was Dickies and beepers I'm sneaking Perkies on the plane even though it's illegal I know that they don't feel my pain even though they my people I tried to tell the game to him, I guess he didn't believe it I swear to God I fuck with shawty 'cause she keep me a secret Spin on they block, empty out clips for my lil' nigga, I'll beat 'em Shout out them OGs, keep it real, pass out more work than a teacher Watch how that money make him Change, he left his team on the bleachers This Crip shit running in my veins like I got poked with a needle Them hitters come and kick your door, they got recruited by FIFA My heart colder than last December, put my hope in this heater Told Joe let's take a trip to Cali just to see what bag's cheaper My youngin posted in the alley in all black, jeepers creepers Shout out to my lil' white bitch Alex, I get the coke from her people Got a lil' gutter bitch named Lisa, she gon' suck the whole team up And I remember all them Aston Martin dreams, not a Bimmer She a keeper, but I'm for damn sure gon' leave her I'm so sick, double cup, you know I'm lemon tea'd up For a brick, dope boys in the hood don't swipe no Visa Violence, I condone it, I just hope that you don't freeze up I come from the corner where you wanna keep the heat tucked Mike Amiri denim jeans, you know 'bout sixty G's stuffed Shout out the plug, blue Black Amigo, yeah, we love the re-up Youngin on the corner with seventeen in his nina Drunken love from a Corona, I shouldn't have showed her I need her Guess the picture they painted for me ain't nothing like Mona Lisa Inhalin' smoke from out the MAC, back to back, we blowin' reefer Same hoes these niggas lovin', I'm fuckin', they think they keepers Whoever thought the menace'd sell out a whole arena? I'm 'bout my racks like tennis, got a bitch look like Serena Don't matter what your mama tell you, just know I love you, Selena Where I'm from, you gotta tote one 'cause it's lethal My father told me back in '01, it was Dickies and beepers I'm sneaking Perkies on the plane even though it's illegal I know that they don't feel my pain even though they my people I tried to tell the game to him, I guess he didn't believe it I swear to God I fuck with shawty 'cause she keep me a secret Spin on they block, empty out clips for my lil' nigga, I'll beat 'em Shout out them OGs, keep it real, pass out more work than a teacher Watch how that money make him Change, he left his team on the bleachers This Crip shit running in my veins like I got poked with a needle Them hitters come and kick your door, they got recruited by FIFA My heart colder than last December, put my hope in this heater

(Poppa, Poppa, Poppa, Pa-) Jeg' på den club med den Magnum Ik' den der magnum-bottle Jeg' maksimum pust (Psh, psh) Send ham et blik, og han skyder den, tømmer den Festen, den starter, tilbage til den busk (Årh) Babe sagde: "Kom med noget sticks og noget sushi" Hmm, men jeg kom kun med sticks Hmm, har ik' lyst til noget fish (Shh) Hmm, Brancs, han har lyst til noget shit Fang os på Scorpius, Brancs er notorious Baby, som B.I.G. Har en forty-four, når jeg rammer floor De si'r: "Brancs, hold dig lige indenfor V.I.P.'en" (Skrr-baow) Jeg' ik' V.I.P., fuck V.I.P. Bare en ung slum shotta fra Philippines (Brr-ay) Skabt еn hel generation af mini-mеs Big Brancs, young Brancs, big energy, woah Jeg elsker, når du kalder mig for "Poppa" Poppa, Poppa Jeg elsker, når du kalder mig for "Poppa" Poppa, Pa- (Skrr, skrr) Rød løber med mine røde øjne Har tyve prins, og det' kun til at riste Rød kjole med hendes røde læber Vi' basket, men hun er stadig frisk Big booty til en fat fuck De faldt om, så Reggie tog fat Jeg sagde: "Reggie er frisk" Ja, Reggie er frisk Rød kop, der' ik' booze i Rød dolk med skud i Hun er villig, excuse me, ik' fuck op min movie (Brr) Ved, du har svært ved at tal' din (?)-ba-ba-ba Slap af far, du' ik' vild før (?)-ah-ah-ah Jeg elsker, når du kalder mig for "Poppa" Poppa, Poppa Jeg elsker, når du kalder mig for "Poppa" Poppa, Pa- Ny Benz, jeg har lyst til at crash den Juu penge, vi' nødt til at vaske dem Ny EP på vores CV Hvis musikken ik' spiller, så' det bare på med masken Ny Benz, jeg har lyst til at crash den Juu penge, vi' nødt til at vaske dem Ny EP på vores CV Hvis musikken ik' spiller, så' det bare på med masken Jeg elsker, når du kalder mig for "Poppa" Poppa, Poppa Jeg elsker, når du kalder mig for "Poppa" Poppa, Pa- (Pa-) (Pa-) (Pa-)