"Poppin" lyrics
(BandPl—)
(Let the BandPlay)
Let's go
Big Frozone
Let's go
Grim Reaper Gang
Snatch your soul, can't get your soul back
Let's go, woah (Woah)
Woah
I walk around with this drop like I'm Nick Cannon (Nick Cannon)
Bust off the rip, if I up it, I won't panic (Won't panic)
Walk in G-Star, buy the fit off the mannequin (Off the mannequin)
I'm on a yacht, fucking different Dominicans (Dominicans)
He not a plug on the bowls, he the middleman (Middleman)
Seats in the coupe peanut butter like Peter Pan (Like Peter Pan)
Niggas hating me, but they bitch is my biggest fan (Biggest fan)
Woah, I'm poppin', I'm feelin' like I'm the man (I'm the man), bitches see me and forget about oxygen, uh
Trying to skrrt that like a rocket ship (Pew-pew), heavyweight champion, check how my pockets built, uh (Go)
I ain't finish school, fuck a scholarship (No), dissin' the gang, then that shit got your partner killed, woah
I fell in love with the vacuum seal, I had the scale before I had me a record deal, woah (On God)
Dumped the whole clip, that's a overkill, young niggas with me strapped up like the Navy SEALs, woah
These niggas not who they say they is (No, no), you ain't in the field, you just been in a fire drill, woah
I feel the hate in the atmosphere, I drop a bag, get a bitch nigga out of here, woah (Gone)
I ain't with that internet beef, you can have it
Make my young niggas pull up, get to blasting (Pew, pew)
I'll rock the show with my Glock, I ain't lacking
Perc' and the Addys, I'm feelin' fantastic (Woah)
Designer fabrics, Supreme on my jacket (Supreme)
This rap shit too easy, this ain't nothing but practice (Yeah)
I'm in my bag, I'm just sitting back, relaxing (Woah)
Can't show no love on them bags, yeah, I'm taxing (Nope)
These niggas snitching, they telling what happened (Woah)
I don't want no smoke, man, you niggas can have it
Niggas be capping, no whacks and be bragging (Woah)
Racks in my pocket, my pants looking baggy (Woah)
Christian Dior on Moncler got me tacky (Woah)
Rich nigga dripping in high class fashion (Woah)
Let's go
Woah (Let's go)
Woah, woah, let's go (Let's go)
Woah
I walk around with this drop like I'm Nick Cannon (Nick Cannon)
Bust off the rip, if I up it, I won't panic (Won't panic)
Walk in G-Star, buy the fit off the mannequin (Off the mannequin)
I'm on a yacht, fucking different Dominicans (Dominicans)
He not a plug on the bowls, he the middleman (Middleman)
Seats in the coupe peanut butter like Peter Pan (Like Peter Pan)
Niggas hating me, but they bitch is my biggest fan (Biggest fan)
(Let the BandPlay)
Let's go
Big Frozone
Let's go
Grim Reaper Gang
Snatch your soul, can't get your soul back
Let's go, woah (Woah)
Woah
I walk around with this drop like I'm Nick Cannon (Nick Cannon)
Bust off the rip, if I up it, I won't panic (Won't panic)
Walk in G-Star, buy the fit off the mannequin (Off the mannequin)
I'm on a yacht, fucking different Dominicans (Dominicans)
He not a plug on the bowls, he the middleman (Middleman)
Seats in the coupe peanut butter like Peter Pan (Like Peter Pan)
Niggas hating me, but they bitch is my biggest fan (Biggest fan)
Woah, I'm poppin', I'm feelin' like I'm the man (I'm the man), bitches see me and forget about oxygen, uh
Trying to skrrt that like a rocket ship (Pew-pew), heavyweight champion, check how my pockets built, uh (Go)
I ain't finish school, fuck a scholarship (No), dissin' the gang, then that shit got your partner killed, woah
I fell in love with the vacuum seal, I had the scale before I had me a record deal, woah (On God)
Dumped the whole clip, that's a overkill, young niggas with me strapped up like the Navy SEALs, woah
These niggas not who they say they is (No, no), you ain't in the field, you just been in a fire drill, woah
I feel the hate in the atmosphere, I drop a bag, get a bitch nigga out of here, woah (Gone)
I ain't with that internet beef, you can have it
Make my young niggas pull up, get to blasting (Pew, pew)
I'll rock the show with my Glock, I ain't lacking
Perc' and the Addys, I'm feelin' fantastic (Woah)
Designer fabrics, Supreme on my jacket (Supreme)
This rap shit too easy, this ain't nothing but practice (Yeah)
I'm in my bag, I'm just sitting back, relaxing (Woah)
Can't show no love on them bags, yeah, I'm taxing (Nope)
These niggas snitching, they telling what happened (Woah)
I don't want no smoke, man, you niggas can have it
Niggas be capping, no whacks and be bragging (Woah)
Racks in my pocket, my pants looking baggy (Woah)
Christian Dior on Moncler got me tacky (Woah)
Rich nigga dripping in high class fashion (Woah)
Let's go
Woah (Let's go)
Woah, woah, let's go (Let's go)
Woah
I walk around with this drop like I'm Nick Cannon (Nick Cannon)
Bust off the rip, if I up it, I won't panic (Won't panic)
Walk in G-Star, buy the fit off the mannequin (Off the mannequin)
I'm on a yacht, fucking different Dominicans (Dominicans)
He not a plug on the bowls, he the middleman (Middleman)
Seats in the coupe peanut butter like Peter Pan (Like Peter Pan)
Niggas hating me, but they bitch is my biggest fan (Biggest fan)
Writer(s): Krishon O'Brien Gaines, Alexander Woods
