The Wire Lyrics – Lil Poppa
They tryna give my *** life *** I just gave the lawyer 10
No pot to *** now I’m the *** a *** playing wit dem bands
I do it off the love feel like my *** 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 *** made I can’t really vibe wittem
Till the death I’m 6k my ku niggas I ride wittem
Screaming *** 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 *** a make a gangsta *** tik tok
I be wit the shits I bang the stick and make his *** lock
*** niggas get smashed on the gram tryna be Chris Rock
Hit em in his head wit dat fye and watch his *** drop
Been on wock for bout a week now still taste tris
She been eating *** for bout a week bet the *** still taste ***
Them niggas ain’t stepping on it good enough they still taste fent
Ain’t gotta *** him he might take a perc and die from the ***
It go 5, 4, blitz no I ain’t talking bout no hits
Gotta play it smooth you know five O listen to my ***
Bruh say he cool he gone sit he want me to focus on this
And I know long as that *** breathing he gone be a loafing ***
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 ***
Number one on they list I ain’t bragging *** I’m ***
They mad a street *** having feel like Boosie and Savage back in 06
This *** I’m with he don’t miss *** 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 ***