Poppin
Birdman ft Lil Wayne Lyrics
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Yeah, yeah (slime)
That way, the fly way (grra)
Before anything (brr, brr)
Paper way, paper plates (whoa)
Hundred fifty on the ice skates (whoa, yeah)
You know? Young fly nigga tryna get it (yeah, yeah)
Find a way to get it (oh, yeah)
Chi with the swag
Sauced up (yeah)
G'd up (these niggas can't compare to me)
You know? (Yeah)
Bad bitch on one
Real nigga, rich nigga shit (I'm a real gangster, got them hitters right on side of me)
Let's get it (go)
Chasin' that money, I ain't been to sleep in three days
Can't waste my time, I get that money 'cause I need it
Got all these hoes in here bling, yeah the G way
I bet you ain't never met a nigga cut like me, yeah
We be them niggas, we ain't worried 'bout nobody
I'm with my niggas, I want you to try to stop me
I'm a real gangster, got them hitters right beside me
Ran up that money, bitch now I could say we poppin'
Yeah, we poppin', oh now I could say lil' bitch we poppin'
Yeah, we poppin', oh
Mm, we get that money from U.S. and flip it overseas (flip it overseas)
Transport that pack with a trunk full of hella ki's (full of hella kis)
I'm from a pound with my round, we'll bust and flee (we'll bust and flee)
Bitch niggas hatin', can't run that money up like me (run it up like me, yeah)
Real Blood, keep that torch when I'm ridin' (suwoo)
Nigga try to take what I earn, I'ma slide 'em (I'm a sly nigga)
Lately I been flippin' case, goin' through some trials lately (through some trials)
Let that fake shit go 'cause I got money on my mind, nigga (on my mind, brra brra)
Rich gang or don't bang, nigga (or don't bang, don't bang)
Up in that foreign, I been swervin' lane to lane (skrrt skrrt)
I'm too official, got black diamonds in my chain, nigga (black diamonds)
I ran it up, you niggas go and do the same, nigga (slime, uh)
Chasin' that money, I ain't been to sleep in three days
Can't waste my time, I get that money 'cause I need it
Got all these hoes in here bling, yeah the G way (on Blood)
I bet you ain't never met a nigga cut like me, yeah (oh)
We be them niggas, we ain't worried 'bout nobody ('bout nobody)
I'm with my niggas, I want you to try to stop me (yeah)
I'm a real gangster, got them hitters right beside me (on side me)
Ran up that money, bitch now I could say we poppin' (oh)
We poppin', oh now I could say lil' bitch we poppin'
Yeah, we poppin', oh (oh, grra)
It ain't no cap, it ain't no question, bitch we poppin' (bitch, we poppin')
If they could read the play these niggas still can't stop it (stop it)
Brand new McLaren, paid for cash out my pocket (out my pocket)
When I'm on scene, I got the hammer 'cause they watchin' (woo)
Got a whole lotta diamonds on my body, whole lotta money in my pocket
I'ma run up a bag, you know I ain't stoppin'
We them niggas, bitch we poppin' (oh, oh)
I'm screamin' out "murder," you know how we rockin'
Them niggas ain't with it, I know that they floggin' (yeah)
When I was broke, couldn't wait 'til I got it
Now when I see it, I want it, I buy it (hey, hey)
Yeah, this for them women get that money who don't need a nigga
This for them youngins who been hustlin', posted in them trenches
They ain't comin' how we comin', swear that we the realest, yeah (woo)
Chasin' that money, I ain't been to sleep in three days
Can't waste my time, I get that money 'cause I need it
Got all these hoes in here bling, yeah the G way (ooh)
I bet you ain't never met a nigga cut like me, yeah (ooh)
We be them niggas, we ain't worried 'bout nobody
I'm with my niggas, I want you to try to stop me (whoa)
I'm a real gangster, got them hitters right beside me
Ran up that money, bitch now I could say we poppin' (oh)
Yeah, we poppin', oh now I could say lil' bitch we poppin'
Yeah, we poppin', oh
The lyrics to the Birdman ft Lil Wayne's song Poppin showcase a lifestyle of lavishness and violence. The rapper Birdman boasts about standing at a table full of choppas, which implies that he is surrounded by guns. He also talks about sipping on maple syrup and being "different" from others. Lil Wayne joins in and raps about being a boss when he is with women and not crossing the line when it comes to his enemies. The lyrics also refer to different geographic locations, from New Orleans to H-Town. The song is primarily about living life on the edge, with danger and luxury playing a significant role.
The lyrics of the song Poppin showcase the lifestyle of Birdman and Lil Wayne, both of whom are extremely wealthy and live in a world of excess. The lyrics are filled with references to expensive cars and designer clothes, all of which seem to be a status symbol for the rappers. The song also deals with violence and aggression, with the rappers boasting about being surrounded by weapons and being "different" from everyone else. These themes are common in hip hop music and reflect the harsh realities of life in many urban areas.
Line by Line Meaning
Face up
Be honest and straightforward
No Ceilings, No Ceilings
No limitations or restrictions
No
Emphasizing the lack of restrictions
I'm standin' at a table full of choppas, nigga
I'm surrounded by guns
I'm sippin' on the maple, Aunt Jemima, nigga
I'm drinking syrup
And trust me, nigga, you don't want no drama, nigga
You don't want to mess with me
'Cause I swear we all nuts, John Bobbitt, nigga
We are all crazy like John Bobbitt
If you ain't got no skaters you ain't poppin', nigga
If you don't have skateboarders with you, you're not popular
Now you see us, we just skatin', you just fallin', nigga
We are successful and you're not
She tryna put this money in a stocking
She's saving money
She kinda thick as fuck and got some knockers
She has a curvy body and large breasts
My niggas really blood and you just spottin'
My friends are really gang members and you're just pretending
We all over the bread like a sloppy joe
We're all about the money
And when I'm in the pussy I'm a boss, knock her off
I'm in control during sex
My enemy don't cross the line I draw, respect my art
My enemies should stay away from me because I'm talented
Man I swear to God these pussies soft like a mark
These weak people are like an easy target
Weezy, baby, diaper off, different cloth
I'm unique and different like a baby without a diaper
Different thoughts, sippin' syrup like it's broth, life is short
I have different ideas and I enjoy drinking syrup, life is brief
Tart, fuck his bitch, whip his kids, drive his cars, fuck
Do whatever it takes to show dominance over an enemy
I'm grindin', tryna stack a hundred commas
I'm working hard to make a lot of money
Just popped a combo, I ain't talkin' 'bout McDonald's
I just took drugs
I'm standin' in a Maybach 'cause it's topless
I'm standing in a convertible Maybach
I'm standin' at a table full of options
I have many choices
Different bitches, different flavors, different toppings
I have many women to choose from
And we ain't got no traitors in our posse
We don't have any disloyal members in our group
And really I'm just wavy and I'm saucy
I'm cool and confident
And really I'm amazing and I'm awesome
I'm really talented and impressive
My whole squad lit, nigga, arson
My entire group is successful
If you ain't been to Vegas, you ain't party, nigga
You haven't really experienced a good party until you've been to Vegas
Shout out to Lil Capito and Marley, nigga
Shout-out to my friends Lil Capito and Marley
I've been fuckin' with them since Atari, nigga
I've been friends with them for a long time
And me, I'm a lil 504, New Orleans, nigga
I'm from New Orleans
I be in 305, though like a Marlin, nigga
I go to Miami like the fish Marlin
And Hoodie, he from Texas, bitches boppin', man
My friend Hoodie is from Texas and has many women
And since I met him, I ain't ran out of drank
Since I met him, I've always had something to drink
When we leave H-Town it's in a fish tank
We leave Houston in a convertible car
Glass house Chevrolet, you can see everything
Transparent car where everything can be seen
Bad bitches with cocaine nose rings
Attractive women with drug addiction
Give it up to real niggas and expose lames
Respect the honest people and expose the fakes
Cold game got me in the Mo sane
The harsh reality makes me stay in Missouri
Killin' these streets, audio drug slang
I'm successful in the music industry with drug references
If you don't collect Ferraris you ain't poppin', nigga
You're not popular if you don't have a Ferrari collection
You could learn Italian in my driveway, bitches
I'm wealthy and can afford to teach Italian in my driveway
If it ain't OG I ain't coppin'
I only buy OG (original gangster) products
Don't smoke, we just throw it in the garbage
I don't smoke marijuana, I just throw it away
Them niggas ain't tough, they just talkin'
Those guys are not really tough, they're just pretending
Outchea after dark, them niggas targets
Dangerous situations at nighttime
Horror movie writer, I be with the monsters
I'm always around dangerous people
Trill surround us, you might not make it out of
Dangerous environment with Trill (loyal and authentic) people
Phone calls in the morning say they found him
Hearing news of someone's death in the morning
Whole hood wanna see what y'all gon' do about it
Everyone wants to see how a problem will be handled
Rolled up on the front porch
Arriving aggressively
At my grandma's house watchin' Blood Sport through the screen door
Watching a violent movie at my grandma's house
What you know about gunshots? Ever seen war?
Have you ever experienced violence?
I've really seen more than I talk 'bout, nigga
I've experienced a lot of things that I don't openly discuss
Stuntin' on streets you're scared to drive down
Flaunting my success on dangerous streets
Our town, children be firin' live rounds
In our town, even children have access to firearms
Hug the ground 'cause this shit gettin' serious
Lowering your body to avoid getting shot
Fuck around, get killed unintentional
You could accidentally get killed
When I'm outchea eatin', nigga, Whole Foods
Eating expensive, high-quality foods
Rollin' up straight gas, fresh produce
Smoking high-quality marijuana
I'm the guy that you go to, criminal smooth
I'm the person to go to for criminal activities
Digital moves, triple the loot
Profitable schemes through digital activities
Hopped on the phone, called the lot, 'Gimme the coupe'
Ordering an expensive car over the phone
I thought it through, called back, told him, 'Give me two'
Deciding to order two cars instead of one
If you ain't got no Daytons you ain't poppin' nigga
You're not popular if you don't have Dayton wheels
One time for my lowriders hoppin', nigga
Respect for people riding lowrider cars
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Bryan Williams, Christopher James Gholson, Kentrell Deshawn Gaulden
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@josetapia513
2024 anyone?
@k8ball248
Yes!
@svennew7977
Yes
@osvaldodomingosulshua9355
Estou aqui, Puto.
@binkypshuler8553
Still a banger 💪🏾💯❤️🔥
@benana87
Yuppp
@joshkim2932
Lil Wayne is the reason why I know all of these damn birdman verses off top
@capalottyslimalini2878
facts 🤣🤣🤣
@janetmccoy2192
Josh Kim Birdman killed this song!
@Shinemodel
Okay