King Combs
City Poppin’
[Verse 1: BlueBucksClan DJ]
BucksClan, we the ones got the city poppin' (We the ones)
All these eyes on my baggie, I'm Fendi coppin' (All this Fendi)
Pourin' Wock' in lemonade, yeah, we Simply droppin' (Droppin' Simplys)
'Member we was on the bus, now we Bentley shoppin' (In a Bentley, Low the Great)
N***as beggin' for this shit, "When the album droppin'?"
Lame n***as payin' hoes, call 'em Alvin Johnson (Them n***as lame)
I just caught a hail mary like I'm Calvin Johnson (Bitch)
In the wraith with C3, n***a, we in Compton (On Rosecrans)

[Verse 2: Jeeezy]
Got a bitch in Inglewood and a bitch in Compton (In Compton)
Should've went to Georgia Tech, I got plenty options (Too many)
Really never broke again, bitch, we really poppin' (We poppin')
Pullin' Benzes off the lot, n***a, fuck an auction (Fuck an auction)
Yeah, I'm Floyd Money May', we ain't takin' losses (Hell naw)
Studio a gas chamber, got me really coughin'
Forty pointers on my neck, this a water faucet (Splash)
Told C3 he good, got him at the Slauson (Slauson)

[Verse 3: King Combs]
Yeah, took a jet from DC, finna go to Boston
And my wrist stone cold like Steve Austin
Wave juice got me splashin' like a sea dolphin (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
And I'm ridin' in the foreign, yeah, the keys talkin' (Skrrt, skrrt)
New Bentley swervin', yeah, I crashed the Bent'
Here that other n***a go with that cap again (What? Say what? What?)
Got my fist in the air like Kaepernick
Rich n***a conversations, talkin' cash and shit (Cash)
In the club with the Clan throwin' bags and shit
And the money, yeah, I preach it, I practice it (N***a)
[Verse 4: BlueBucksClan DJ]
Anywhere we go, it's lit like a bonfire (Bitch, it's lit)
Feet bleedin' like I'm walkin' 'round on barbed wire (Walkin' 'round on barbed wire)
She want a bean, she gon' pop it like an old tire (Old tire)
She gon' pay for this X like a phone buyer (like a buyer)
My n***a Xan yellin', "Safe," like an umpire (Safe, safe)
Neezy racin' in the Benz, he a drunk driver (N***a drunk)

[Verse 5: Jeeezy]
Stomp a n***a 'til his face look like Quagmire (Quagmire)
All these n***as really hoes, Mrs. Doubtfire (N***as hoes)
All the bitches hit my phone, they wanna text now (They wanna text now)
'Cause I'm with Diddy son, we on a jet now (We on a jet now)
It's just us knockin' bitches we just met down (We just met 'em)
Hittin' bitches in New York, I'm a Met now (Met now)

[Verse 6: King Combs]
Yeah, fuck it, I might tell pops 'bout a nest now
Blue face, all my presidents is dead now
Bad Boy on the neck, diamonds wet now
Heavyweight like I'm Wilder, flex now

[Verse 7: Jeeezy]
You been rappin' all these years, you a letdown (Letdown)
I ain't tryna hear you talk, put your head down (N***as lame)
Big California kings when I rest now (Big bed)
Balenciagas big as fuck, I can't step down (Goddamn)
[Verse 8: BlueBucksClan DJ]
Walkin' in, breakin' necks now (Breakin' necks)
I ain't doin' shit for free, I need a check now (I need a check)
Quarterbackin', throwin' bombs, fuck a checkdown (Fuck a checkdown)
Finna pull up on my shirt, I'm finna flex now (Yeah, I'm finna flex)
Hoes lurkin' on my page, I'm a mess? How? (How?)
Killin' n***as first year, I'm the best rook (Best n***a)
I get mad when I play like I'm Westbrook (Yeah, I'm mad)
I be fuckin' on the same hoes as Quinn Cook (Lil' n***a)