Poppin Bubbly (Intro) - SkyCam

They ask me what's the difference between me and the rest of these niggas I ain't shit like the rest of these niggas Fuck these niggas, I ain't got no sympathy. It's time I flex on these niggas If you ain't worth a half a mil you can't stand next to me nigga You damn right, yup I let the streets get the best of me nigga Got a hundred bands on me and that tec with me nigga Uh huh, yeah that's why I walk like this Style on these niggas and I talk like this Got another coupe and went and blowed another 30 on my wrist Had 40 racks on me same day I met 2 Chainz Quarter million dollar nigga before I ever met Gucci Mane Niggas better go back and listen to that Welcome To Dolph World Everything I got, bitch I got it on my own Everybody keep asking what's up with me and Yo Gotti Fuck all that, let's talk about that new Porsche I'm riding I'm getting money, they getting money. That's the end of that Yall know how this Memphis shit be You doing your own thing then they don't want to see you eat Damn but you know me, I'm in the streets Just killed a 50 pack of strong and still killing Squeeky beats It's about to be a hot summer, a lot of money, no sleep Real niggas what's poppin, bad bitches what's poppin Put your hand down, you ain't bad bitch stop it Hustlers what's poppin, gangsters what's poppin Keep one in the chamber, nah I ain't gotta cock it Daddyo what's poppin, you know how we rockin You know we love the streets my nigga but we gotta stop it Yo mama sick and she need you out here dog So I'll be damned if I let these streets take you out here dog Hell nah, you like my big brother Your mama like my mama, my mama like your mama You call my daddy pops, we almost died together Plus a lot of shit I can't talk about, American Gangster nigga They thought I was playing when I told them we was trapping out the mansion nigga Stupid crib in Woodland Hills, I did that a long time ago Real niggas, what's poppin Bad bitches, what's poppin Paper Route, what's poppin