Poppin (remix) Lyrics - Lil Wayne

I'm standin' at a table full of choppas, nigga 

I'm sippin' on the maple, Aunt Jemima, nigga 

And trust me, nigga, you don't want no drama, nigga 

Cause I swear we all nuts, John Bobbitt, nigga 

If you ain't got no skaters you ain't poppin', nigga 

If you ain't got no skaters you ain't poppin', nigga 

If you ain't got no skaters you ain't gnarly, nigga 

Now you see us, we just skatin', you just fallin', nigga 

She tryna put this money in a stocking 

She kinda thick as fuck and got some knockers 

My niggas really blood and you just spottin' 

We all over the bread like a sloppy joe 

And when I'm in the pussy I'm a boss, knock her off 

My enemy don't cross the line I draw, respect my art 

Man I swear to God these pussies soft like a mark 

Weezy, baby, diaper off, different cloth 

Different thoughts, sippin' syrup like it's broth, life is short 

Tart, fuck his bitch, whip his kids, drive his cars, fuck 

I'm grindin', tryna stack a hundred commas 

Just popped a combo, I ain't talkin' 'bout McDonald's 

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I'm standin' at a table full of choppas 

I'm standin' in a Maybach cause it's topless 

I'm standin' at a table full of options 

Different bitches, different flavors, different toppings 

And we ain't got no traitors in our posse 

And really I'm just wavy and I'm saucy 

And really I'm amazing and I'm awesome 

My whole squad lit, nigga, arson 

If you ain't got no skaters you ain't all in, nigga 

If you ain't been to Vegas, you ain't party, nigga 

Shout out to Lil Capito and Marley, nigga 

I've been fuckin' with them since Atari, nigga 

And me, I'm a lil 504, New Orleans, nigga 

I be in 305, though like a Marlin, nigga 

And Hoodie, he from Texas, bitches boppin', man 

And since I met him, I ain't ran out of drank 

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When we leave H-Town it's in a fish tank 

Glass house Chevrolet, you can see everything 

Bad bitches with cocaine nose rings 

Get it with the real niggas and expose lames 

Cold game got me in the Mo sane 

Killin' these streets, audio drug slang 

If you don't collect Ferraris you ain't poppin', nigga 

You could learn Italian in my driveway, bitches 

If it ain't OG I ain't coppin' 

Don't smoke, we just throw it in the garbage 

Them niggas ain't tough, we just talkin' 

Outchea after dark, them niggas targets 

Horror movie writer, I be with the monsters 

Trill surround us, you might not make it out of 

Phone calls in the morning say they found him 

Whole hood wanna see what y'all gon' do about it 

Rolled up on the front porch 

At my grandma's house watchin' Blood Sport through the screen door 

What you know about gunshots? Ever seen war? 

I've really seen more than I talk 'bout, nigga 

Stuntin' on streets you're scared to drive down 

Our town, children be firin' live rounds 

Hug the ground cause this shit gettin' serious 

Fuck around, get killed unintentional 

When I'm outchea eatin', nigga, Whole Foods 

Rollin' up straight gas, fresh produce 

I'm the guy that you go to, criminal smooth 

Digital moves, triple the loot 

Hopped on the phone, called the lot, "Gimme the coupe" 

I thought it through, called back, told him, "Give me two" 

That's what I do 

If you ain't got no Daytons you ain't poppin' nigga 

One time for my lowriders hoppin', nigga 

L