Текст песни The Wire - Lil Poppa

The Wire

They tryna give my nigga life shit I just gave the lawyer 10
No pot to piss now I’m the shit a nigga playing wit dem bands
I do it off the love feel like my nigga life inside my hands
Can’t let him sit he call me from the jail say bro I got a plan
What they going for get 3 p’s and send 'em to my mans
Just power up don’t ever go back down just thank me in advance
If I fall you gotta catch my slack the ball inside your hands
Just keep it street don’t talk to no police cause that da getchu blam
Niggas show they bitch made I can’t really vibe wittem
Till the death I’m 6k my ku niggas I ride wittem
Screaming fuck the other side cause everybody can die wittem
Pull up wit that hellcat and he gone need a hospital
Big glock 4 nick wit a dick a make a gangsta nigga tik tok
I be wit the shits I bang the stick and make his shit lock
Bitch niggas get smashed on the gram tryna be Chris Rock
Hit em in his head wit dat fye and watch his shit drop
Been on wock for bout a week now still taste tris
She been eating cock for bout a week bet the bitch still taste dick
Them niggas ain’t stepping on it good enough they still taste fent
Ain’t gotta kill him he might take a perc and die from the bitch
It go 5, 4, blitz no I ain’t talking bout no hits
Gotta play it smooth you know five O listen to my shit
Bruh say he cool he gone sit he want me to focus on this
And I know long as that nigga breathing he gone be a loafing bitch
Ok my head a gold trophy get this token this you rich
My niggas still got cases open we just hoping they dismissed
Don’t compare me to them niggas I ain’t that and they ain’t this
Real evergreen baby ask Chi Chi, Connie, and Slick
Don’t think I’m slipping but I’m mad cause then crackers took my stick
This year alone I spent a bag and they keep taking all my shit
Number one on they list I ain’t bragging bitch I’m pissed
They mad a street nigga having feel like Boosie and Savage back in 06
This nigga I’m with he don’t miss fuck the chance we take the risk
Seen pots and pans make a brick I seen my mans take his lick
Spent bout a band on this kit two hundred for the extra clips
The pints cheap take a trip the ice sweet take a sip
I might be on a pill youngin shoot like Spike Lee behind the film
Say he a ghost you barely see him that’s like me on the real
That’s like Leeke on a drill aye what’s the tab I pay the bill
Wonder what God say when hear young niggas pray before they kill