[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 bitch I am not your man
Didn't really wanna get it but I got your jam
You a macho man
But the Glock, cock, 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
Fuck 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 bitch with me her bitch with us
We probably gonna fuck
Lets smoke a blunt, lets get fucked 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' sluts
I had enough of bangin' sluts
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 shit
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 fuckin Popper Gang !

Comin' back with a backpack
Black hat brim low can't see me doe
I'm buck, and you fucked up
I know more shit than you'll ever know
Thats why I'm fucked up, no substitute for no substances
Cause I love the shit
I'm in love with it

[Hook: Johnny Poppers]
If that bitch give you sass
Fuck that bitch in the ass ! x4