[Verse 1: Mr Coathanger]
Mr.Coathanger, no street banger, no coke slanger
Got no patients for the mess I'm in
And I'm wrecking them
Got a couple fans, Shook a couple hands
Shut up b**h I am not your man
Didn't really wanna get it but I got your jam
You a macho man
But the Glock, co*k, pop !
And it do not stop till' the blood do drop
To the ground
And I found that I finally got it down
To the point where it seemed I was living in a dream
Im a fiend for the green
Meaning money n the weed
And promethezine, and I'm leaning
This beats my heat, this tracks yo treat
f** the faculty
They gonna treat it like its blasphemy
Probably gonna come after me
Well you gonna come last to me
In the back of my two seat
My b**h with me her b**h with us
We probably gonna f**
Lets smoke a blunt, lets get f**ed up
Hit the road, switch the flow
Already learned what you need to know
Always feel like I'm on the go
And I'm not gonna stop when I hit the doh'
Im just gonna keep going
[Verse 2: Jesse Turvey]
Call me the janitor
Coathang gonna bang out the manager
I got the cameras
No way I say
That we ever meet nobody that can handle us
You can't manage us
Stand with us, so you
Better get a heater can't bang with us, dangerous
Ye scarier than angel dust
Im In the back reenact a seen from Bang Bus
Bangin' s*uts
I had enough of bangin' s*uts
But I love the way they say they rep the gang with us, so you
Better get a sweater Barretta get in I'll feather ya better be heavy ready to get down up in this sh**
The lines so dope, it's lyrical coke, we got these kids all hyped !
So if you smokin' hella poppers rep the gang all night !
POPPER GANG x3
It's the mother f**in Popper Gang !
Comin' back with a backpack
Black hat brim low can't see me doe
I'm buck, and you f**ed up
I know more sh** than you'll ever know
Thats why I'm f**ed up, no substitute for no substances
Cause I love the sh**
I'm in love with it
[Hook: Johnny Poppers]
If that b**h give you sa**
f** that b**h in the a** ! x4