Boys To Men - Lil Poppa

Them niggas send shots

We send shots back

Lil one said they on the block

Take em where the opps at

We need another Glock

Fuck it go and cop that

What the fuck wrong with the cops

Asking where Poppa at?

You little boys can’t hang with us I don’t care who you know

Them niggas don’t want no war with us, I see straight through the smoke

We take them Ks on tour with us, you know them shooters go

Soon as you meet, hop out on feet, yea thats that ooda flow

Bitch don’t ask what happened to Leeke, I don’t want you to know

You gonna have me thinking you creep and I can’t shoot a hoe

Said fuck it and I jumped straight off the porch, go where ever Dooda go

Interrogation they was trying bring up that boy I don’t know no foolio

Aye Lil Poppa I know why them niggas mad they ain’t want you to blow

Take care my fam, I gotta run me up a bag, that’s who I do it for

Usually high but I’m not right now, that’s all I got right now

Wasn’t for this, then I probably be on the block right now

So I ain’t playing, my lil nigga say ya hot right now

You need a fan and he eager to let off shots right now

He get to spraying

Feel like you can’t, but you can

So I ain’t hearing what you saying

This all was part of the plan

Going from a boy to a man

Fuck that shit run up my bands

Fuck that jewelry I need some land

They say my fans depend on me

But I’m depending on my fans

I mix Fanta with the lean

Bitch this percocet a ten

I need to give this shit away

I pray this shit come to an end

Bitch while you gossping, out here pussy popping

Telling all your friends

Can’t talk to nobody but God about it

I committed all them sins

I probably be back at square one

If I took care of all my kin

But to everybody that stayed down

I swear we all gonna win

Ain’t I got no time to be stressing bout no shit I’m fed up

Before you lay down look bitch you know you gotta give that head up

Now I can’t lie, girl you the shit now gonna toot that ass up

Say Poppa I know no less than 50, fuck you think this book bag for

Hey Poppa ask em why them niggas mad they ain’t want you to blow

Take care my fam, I gotta run me up a bag, that’s who I do it for

Usually high but I’m not right now, that’s all I got right now

Wasn’t for this, then I probably be on the block right now

So I ain’t playing, my lil nigga say ya hot right now

You need a fan and he eager to let off shots right now

He get to spraying

Feel like you can’t, but you can

So I ain’t hearing what you saying

This all was part of the plan

Going from a boy to a man