Lil Poppa - To The Point Lyrics

(Jay Foreiign)
(We love you, Kimmy)
Wild child shit nigga
I'm sayin' though
Why the fuck a nigga actin' like
This fame shit done got to a nigga or somethin'
Like a nigga asked for this shit
Like a nigga won't give all this shit up
And head back to Desi block
You know twelve-double-o shit
Never on no ho shit, always on some go sit
Now come on tell me some more shit
Tell me some shit I don't know

Why I don't respond to none of that shit?
'Cause I ain't no social thug
And no that shit don't come with a diss, boy, that shit come with slugs
I let the media do they job, they supposed to judge
Been losin' love from motherfuckers I'm supposed to love
And I don't know no other way so I'ma cope with drugs
One gotta stay 'cause ain't no room for the both of us
One tried to play but ain't make it, he got his head bust
Pressure come behind me, what you think that nigga dead fo'?
And I been seein' dead folks but I ain't scared
That ain't what the fuck these meds fo'
Eyes red, Corbin who these tears shed for
Them memories I play it, too busy tellin' a story I ain't got time to diss the dead
But fuck them niggas they dead, how many times I gotta say it?
Don't speak on Desi let him rest
Bitch-nigga better wear a vest
Play pussy and make 'em wear a dress
Too real for interviews and press
Keep it cool I ain't stressin'
'Cause we turn L's into lessons
And all them L's turned to blessings
I'm that nigga in that gold Mercury with that chrome Smith & Wesson
Thought ya had me but ya wrong, bitch, that's what you get for guessin'
Real player, got her leakin' through the phone and we just textin'
How you turn a bitch on through a message?

She say, "Keep talkin' that shit I like"
And don't compare me to these niggas they ain't nothin' like me
I done seen it all, ain't too much of this shit can excite me
I made it out, it made you sick, nigga
I hear ya diss, get off my dick
She say, "You finna put all that weed in that blunt"
Bitch you know I roll thoinks, get to the point
Had to tell lil' ho it ain't no seeds, bitch, this Runtz
Had to cut 'em off, they only call me for they needs and they wants

If you really love me why you don't show it then? That be that fake shit
Say youngin' better slow down before ya crash, get ya brakes fixed
And a nigga ain't around if he ain't down to let that K spit
So just tell me what's the word, I get ya served on some lil' Saint shit
Windows tented in these foreign cars, I watch rain hit
Collect calls from my dawgs, won't change at all I'm the same jit
And they still on that gang shit, detectives think we bang but we don't bang
That's why we be the ones to blame when some brains split
Just cover the ones got caught and pray for the ones that we ain't get
Lately I ain't been thinkin' my mind been on some blank shit
Tryna break the bank shit
Bitch, I'm Wildchild you know it's Evergreen for life, nigga, I can't switch
And I just left the hood they all proud of this fame shit
But they don't know the pain that it came with
Shit worse than bein' in front of the house that day when the tank hit
And these niggas around me gone take hits while I'ma sit back and make hits

She say, "Keep talkin' that shit I like"
And don't compare me to these niggas they ain't nothin' like me
I done seen it all, ain't too much of this shit can excite me
I made it out, it made you sick, nigga
I hear ya diss, get off my dick
She say, "You finna put all that weed in that blunt"
Bitch you know I roll thoinks, get to the point
Had to tell lil' ho it ain't no seeds, bitch, this Runtz
Had to cut 'em off, they only call me for they needs and they wants

Bitch you know I roll thoinks, get to the point
Bitch, this Runtz
For they needs and they wants