Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Poppin' Them Bottles, artist - Lil Wayne. Date of issue: 13.12.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Poppin' Them Bottles |
| Face ass |
| No Ceilings, hah! |
| No Ceilings |
| Yeah, no |
| (Got 'em) |
| 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, woah |
| 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 |
| Yeah you see us, we just skatin', you just fallin', nigga, woah |
| She tryna put this money in her stocking |
| She kinda thick as fuck and got some knockers, woah |
| My niggas really Blood, and you just spotting whoa |
| 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 moth |
| 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 car |
| I’m grindin', tryna stack a hundred commas |
| Just popped a combo, I ain’t talkin' bout McDonald’s, woah |
| I’m standin' at a table full of choppas |
| I’m standin' in the 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 gnarly 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 Hoody, he from Texas, bitches boppin', mane |
| And since I met him, I ain’t ran out of drank, whoa! |
| When we leave H-Town, it’s in a fish tank |
| Glass house Chevrolet, you can see everything |
| Bad bitches with cocaine nose rings |
| Give it up to real niggas and expose lames |
| Cold game, got me in the Mulsanne |
| 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, they just talkin' |
| Outchea after dark, them niggas targets |
| Horror movie writer, I be with the monstas |
| Trill surround us, you might not make it out 'em |
| 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 the shit gettin' serious |
| Fuck around, get killed unintentional |
| While 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 of Tune, 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 |
| Yeah, eah, eah |
| Nah, nah nah, nah |
| Yeah |