Fiend

[Intro]
Fuck with this though
Ain't gettin' this paint
Sham, this pretty damn Patek
You know
Yeah
I get it, yeah

[Verse 1]
I get it, you want me to be gimmick
You want me be in it
I mean, look at these niggas
I mean, really look at these niggas
I mean, they so active
Pourin' Act' up, can't catch ‘em lackin'
I mean, I only be with Joe and ‘em, not hoes and ‘em
I chill with my bitch
I'm a dog but the loyal one, that's just what it is
I mean, I don't drive a 6
I drive a Lexo ES 300, it's a piece of shit
I need to get my bands up, I'm tryna run up a check
Unemployed with this rap shit, I ain't makin' shit
I got a daughter and my BM don't be playin' for shit
And it's pretty therapeutic for me layin' this shit
But y'all would rather hear shit

[Chorus]
Nigga, we poppin'
Nigga, we out here
Yeah, nigga, we poppin'
Nigga, we got the Glock
And yeah, nigga, we pop shit
Yeah, we got the work if you need it
This what the fuck y'all fiendin' for?

[Bridge]
But all of my bro-bros poppin'
Sham and them niggas poppin'
Joe and them niggas poppin'
All of my niggas poppin'
Flex on niggas my hobby
Yeah, nigga, we out here

[Verse 2]
Get a hundred bands, I'ma blow it on a Benz
I'ma blow it on my mans
Fuck niggas in the stands
We up on the field, nigga
I always knew that I would be a ill nigga
Since a little nigga
Now I'm here, they gotta deal with us, ayy

[Outro]
Nigga, we poppin'