[Verse 1: Unknown Artist]
I'm pushing S. Type, all white, toating my iron
In the hood, they call me Late Night, Conen O'Brian
'Cause I be poppin cones, to the early morn
It ain't no going home, til the work is gone
I done sold everything, from dreams to getty green
I'm a South Memphis king, working a tripple beam
If you want it, I got it
If not, I can get it
Got the block on lock, 'cause the keys to the city
Redbone pretty, I know you wanna hit it
For the paper, you can take her, to me, she ain't shit
Talking big paper, [?] whole lotta dough
I'm like no, I don't think so
Got two things missing, game and ambition
Broke as hell, couldn't sell pussy in prison
These boys got they hustle, I do declare
Making big money moves, like millionaires

[Chorus: Unknown Artist]
[?] pop cone
You need a bird, man, who is you [?]
[?]
Real players got weight, then get it gone
[?] hustle hard on the blade
N job, but I stay getting paid
You need the work, hit me on my two way
A Memphis n***a poppin cone, OK
[Verse 2: Unknown Artist]
It's your boy [?], poppin cone through your speakers
We at the strip club, poppin cone with [?]
Just got this [?] with the quarters on it
Would grain with the wings, and the spoilers on it
[?] aford it [?]
Cone so much, came up with [?] on it
[?] got skills
Pop cone on TV [?] came home with a deal
Got work in these streets, got birds, got pills
Got dro, got drank, goddamn it, let me [?]
Got a cone for every day, I be getting that green
And when they snatched [?], started selling flat screens
[?] zero tolarance, I had to get them dollars in
Feds watching [?] still got [?]
Ass in, cash in, shine gotta get [?]
Poppin with your boy, [?] know this shit is not a game

[Chorus: Unknown Artist]
[?] pop cone
You need a bird, man, who is you [?]
[?]
Real players got weight, then get it gone
[?] hustle hard on the blade
N job, but I stay getting paid
You need the work, hit me on my two way
A Memphis n***a poppin cone, OK
[Verse 3: Yo Gotti]
Well, I'm the number one cone popper, n***a
Ain't seen a nark squad that can stop a n***a
See day one, North Memphis been my father figure
15 with a bird and a chopper, n***a
Ever since, I've been riding down, smashing n***as
Money green, 20 inches on a classic, n***a
'Cause my brother hooked up with some Mexicans
That only made my money have protection then
Money [?] gang of shit
Let me tell you 'bout a story make no kind of sense
Got a budget from a label, wasn't recording shit
Feds had a recording of me ordering bricks
With a lack of evidence, they could prove my point
Since 03, catch me sliding through in the Porshe
Of course I burn blocks, catch me in the North
Got rap money, but I still pop cone for the sport

[Chorus: Unknown Artist]
[?] pop cone
You need a bird, man, who is you [?]
[?]
Real players got weight, then get it gone
[?] hustle hard on the blade
N job, but I stay getting paid
You need the work, hit me on my two way
A Memphis n***a poppin cone, OK