Poppin' Them Bottles - Lil Wayne

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