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[Verse 1: Yung Tory] Young nigga poppin', so I pop my shit House on my neck, half a house on my wrist You want a bag? I take yo' bitch Bitch named Cherokee, ride like Jeep Told 'em "Wake up, might die in sleep" Big goat, I can never hang wit' the sheep Let's go, got a new hoe every week [Chorus: Burna Bandz] Young nigga poppin', so I'm poppin' my shit Yeah, put a whole house on my wrist They ain't talkin' money, they ain't talkin' 'bout shit All this drip on me, got a extend on my clip And keep one in the head Beam on the Glock, if he run, then he dead I don't want sex, baby I want the neck while I count up this check I was lockеd, callin' shawty collect [Verse 2: Burna Bandz] Where thе fuck was you at? Turn the handcuffs to a Rolex We outside, bitch, in full effect This money don't sleep, I'll rest when I'm dead White gold Cuban link prong set Percocets got me high like a jet Young and turnt, don't know what they expect Call her truck 'cause she ride it the best [Verse 3: Yung Tory] Raf Simmons on me, I rock it the best Run up the money, I'll rest when I'm dead I get it bustin', I bust on her chest I'm chasin' M's, I ain't catchin' no zeds Tory go stupid, I'm actually sped I want her head like a scrunchie She jump on the bed like it's bungie Yeah, I'm on the water like Crocodile Dundee, yeah [Chorus: Burna Bandz] Young nigga poppin', so I'm poppin' my shit Yeah, put a whole house on my wrist They ain't talkin' money, they ain't talkin' 'bout shit All this drip on me, got a extend on my clip And keep one in the head Beam on the Glock, if he run, then he dead I don't want sex, baby I want the neck while I count up this check I was locked, callin' shawty collect [Verse 4: Yung Tory] I was down, but I came up alone Too wrong, but my GB on Go hard or go home, bitch, you home Took a trip, how I end up in Rome Sheesh I won't play with the bitch, yeah, I'm grown I won't stay with the bitch, send her home, oh-oh I might cop a TEC, just call me Philippe She miss a nigga, I don't miss her cheeks I beat it like 808, don't miss a beat I hit her, fade-away, hit 'em with three Swish, all in her cheeks wit' the meat Shit, I send her back to the streets She pop a molly, she actually geeked I'm passin' yo' bitch, please don't pass her to me [Chorus: Burna Bandz] Young nigga poppin', so I'm poppin' my shit Yeah, put a whole house on my wrist They ain't talkin' money, they ain't talkin' 'bout shit All this drip on me, got a extend on my clip And keep one in the head Beam on the Glock, if he run, then he dead I don't want sex, baby I want the neck while I count up this check I was locked, callin' shawty collect