Tekster: 50/50 Twin. Popped Up Twice.

(feat. Lil C, Ronald Rich)

I'm popped up twice, ain't trippin' on nothin'
Fuckin' boys up on superstar button
Pull the bitch at the bus stop, I'm cuttin'
My friends jump in, the rims start rubbin'
Bangin' the trunk make the ass sit low
Twang to the left 'cause I see a pot hole
You know I had to open up the suicide doors
I'm up hoes when I'm parked then let the trunk close
Money big rig, got infinite dough
I'm feelin' back though that there with some 'dro
Dry with my ink, up and sets out the roof
Runnin' red lights and the slap behind me did too
Fans buy fly, shit know I got it
You're avenue there? I can get it poppin'
Take your bitch inside if you love that ho
She gonna wanna jump down with me and get go
Stacks on deck when a real nigga seen
I can make it rain while the sunshoo' beams
That spot in the door got it gone with the beam
You done bumped in the money, well you bumped into me
Rumor goin' round that I hooked up with Ron
Boy stay tuned I'm a show you what I done
Talk about button-button up for the winter
You don't know why I eat a wing dinner

I'm popped up twice, ain't trippin' on nothin' [x7]
Fuckin' boys up on superstar button
I'm popped up twice, ain't trippin' on nothin' [x7]
Fuckin' boys up on superstar button

I'm not a rapper just a daily gettin' good money
MTV ask me how I'm livin', really good homie (look at me dog)
I used to have a job waitin' but they ain't paid me shit
Before I hit the road with music plus the bangers biz
Don't like to talk a lot just keep my business on the low
If you ain't hustlin' for your paper what you hustlin' for?
Stop trickin' with them bitches, start stackin' get them bitches
Throw 26's on them bitches call them 'pendages
I'm popped up, lookin' great, haters hate my C's
Might be bathin' ape, chrome 38 for you slimy snakes, bake a cake
Bring it back, I lose grounds I'm a bring it back my pocket straight
H-Town where nigga stay, but all 50 states where a nigga lay

I'm popped up twice, ain't trippin' on nothin' [x7]
Fuckin' boys up on superstar button
I'm popped up twice, ain't trippin' on nothin' [x7]
Fuckin' boys up on superstar button

Cream soda, home chromies what I'm tippin'
Grippin' on granite if you wonder what I'm grippin'
Cream soda, home chromies what I'm tippin'
Grippin' on granite if you wonder what I'm grippin'
(I feel I break this light off)
Topped up, I'm stackin' mine
Rock the rock and it's my time
You ever see I'm to get money crunk
And I ask that money from the underground
Ass low, ass k, boy no we some penetrate
Far from the club on 20 years dub
Chuck the deuce, 'cause I love to hate it
Bop the boppin' I'll tip the crawlin'
Left the club then I hit the Harlem
Check the wrist for the yellow diamonds
The question is how hard we ballin'?
Top down no sunroof, diamonds on my every tooth
Think you got a cop car, superstar luck
So really I ain't trippin' on nothin' fool

I'm popped up twice, ain't trippin' on nothin' [x7]
Fuckin' boys up on superstar button
I'm popped up twice, ain't trippin' on nothin' [x7]
Fuckin' boys up on superstar button