Poppin 4 Sum (feat. B.o.B & Yung Booke)

Dro:

Black kush reefer, smoking on Cali boy

I’m a west side nigga like Danny Boy

Flip a brick, sell a brick, cop a brick house

Fuck a trick, keep my dick in yo bitch mouth

Pull up boy, ridin Shawty, keep it real pimpin

Zone 3, these streets, I am still in em

Ridin jean Denim, Polo jean Denim

When your broad spread her legs, I am up in er

I’m a whack spinner, I’m a jack tinter

And this bitch you fuckin, boy, I hit her last winter

Ball crap dinners, I’m a lap winner

Cookin dope, sellin dope, get yo ass in er

Dro:

I got cash holdin my weed, my bitch poppin for some

Got these shooters all in my right, you know they’ll offer for some

We need corn down in my clique, you know we rockin for some

All these bitches on my dick, you know I’m poppin for some

They know I’m poppin for some

She know I’m poppin for some

He know I’m poppin for some

They know I’m poppin for some

Yung Booke:

Part like watch out bro, you 2 lyin

Blood nigga, get out the booth flyin

Can’t even wear all these looks no more

Where it happens all I might shoot straight

Got a foreign bitch, coppers on me

Parker fly me, don’t no crib

Count cab fair to get slow with

Kick this shit with even broke lips

Like hold up, hold up, hold up

I mean brother smoking my reefer

In the hood, servin that franky

Smoking on a long blunt of that Keisha

If I was rappin when I was in school coulda probably fucked my teacher

Now my name poppin like Krisko

I’m Hustle Gang with my rich girl

Rollie got them hamer diamonds, can’t tell my wrist

I’m a real nigga, been seen with one and I’m too legit

I replace soldiers, don’t chase soldiers like fuck that bitch

Wear 2 chains but know Ludacris and I’ve been preppin like know the deal

B.o.B

Good weed and knock chomper

Yo bitch is a cock monster

I bang that pussy like a rock drummmer

And she up and down like stock numbers

No doubt about it, she throwin that

That medicinal, I’m blowin that

I got signed to 17 years old

I said fuck school, I ain’t goin back

See Dro, it’s my nigga

Don’t make us go gorillas

Man I swear to God these niggas flawed

Everything white gold, that silver man

We treat Mary Jane like strippers

We just pour them shots of Tequila

And they know we poppin for a reason man

‘Cause this Hustle Gang, we up in here