"Poppin' It" lyrics
(feat. 1takejay)
Yeah, fuckin' up her jaws like some dental (Low the Great)
Ditchin' school after ten, I'm on Central
Bitch blowin' up my phone like, "I miss you"
She let me beat the pussy up, instrumental (Ron-Ron do that shit)
Hoppin' out Rolls truck, ain't no rental
Two bitches, I'm like Malcolm in the Middle
They keep askin' if I like 'em, just a little
Lame niggas ain't with us, we ain't with 'em
Ayy, money ain't the issue
I wipe my ass with it like it's tissue
Christian Louboutins got me bleedin' like a menstrual
Your chain gold-plated, mines more like Skittles
Bitch, you better feel appreciated if I hit you
Love it when I hit her from the back, she got dimples
In the White House like Obama, presidential
Top kinda trash, but it's cool, she got potential
Whoopin' AT&T, I'm a phone buster
Yeah, it's on us, fuck the truck, we ain't Bone Crusher
Keep designers on my feet, can't no Foams touch 'em
Metro got me on my ass, this some strong Gusher
I be lyin' to these bitches like I don't got it
I ain't died, but I let her suck the soul out it
Bought a strap 'cause this money bring more problems
No pause, but a nigga gettin' more commas
All my real homies, met 'em in the Low Bottoms
Ran it up in Miami like I'm Jeff Thomas
All the smoke at the stu', it's a big sauna
Niggas act just like hoes, call 'em Big Mama
Fuck a square bitch, I go stupid, I don't care, bitch
Walkin' through the mud, I'ma buy another pair, bitch
Too exclusive, I pulled up in a McLaren
I'm a shootin' star, watch this bitch start starin'
I got three bitches with me, nigga, but I'm sharin'
Yeah, she call me daddy, but a nigga ain't a parent
Palm Angels 'fit, bitch, don't ask me what I'm wearin'
I got fifty bitches, I ain't worried 'bout no marriage
Bugs Bunny in my ears, I got carats
Don't ask, bitch you can't afford what I'm wearin'
I don't care, but my bitch named Karen
Pillow talkin', nigga, you remind me of a parrot
Nigga shoppin' downtown, I can't wear it
Dior store, gon' crazy, ain't no clearance
It's gon' cost a couple bands for my appearance
Tesla ran out of juice, I'm embarrassed
No soda, I got niggas sittin' in the can
I wear Off-Whites like a nigga tryna get a tan
Richie Rich, I got hundreds, Benjamins
Nigga, I'm the one, but a nigga ain't a minute man
Dog a bitch, but to her mama, I'm a gentleman
Weak bitches at my house, we get rid of them
Rolls-Royce, Lamborghini, yeah, I sit in there
All beige Louis boots, these ain't Timberland
Ditchin' school after ten, I'm on Central
Bitch blowin' up my phone like, "I miss you"
She let me beat the pussy up, instrumental (Ron-Ron do that shit)
Hoppin' out Rolls truck, ain't no rental
Two bitches, I'm like Malcolm in the Middle
They keep askin' if I like 'em, just a little
Lame niggas ain't with us, we ain't with 'em
Ayy, money ain't the issue
I wipe my ass with it like it's tissue
Christian Louboutins got me bleedin' like a menstrual
Your chain gold-plated, mines more like Skittles
Bitch, you better feel appreciated if I hit you
Love it when I hit her from the back, she got dimples
In the White House like Obama, presidential
Top kinda trash, but it's cool, she got potential
Whoopin' AT&T, I'm a phone buster
Yeah, it's on us, fuck the truck, we ain't Bone Crusher
Keep designers on my feet, can't no Foams touch 'em
Metro got me on my ass, this some strong Gusher
I be lyin' to these bitches like I don't got it
I ain't died, but I let her suck the soul out it
Bought a strap 'cause this money bring more problems
No pause, but a nigga gettin' more commas
All my real homies, met 'em in the Low Bottoms
Ran it up in Miami like I'm Jeff Thomas
All the smoke at the stu', it's a big sauna
Niggas act just like hoes, call 'em Big Mama
Fuck a square bitch, I go stupid, I don't care, bitch
Walkin' through the mud, I'ma buy another pair, bitch
Too exclusive, I pulled up in a McLaren
I'm a shootin' star, watch this bitch start starin'
I got three bitches with me, nigga, but I'm sharin'
Yeah, she call me daddy, but a nigga ain't a parent
Palm Angels 'fit, bitch, don't ask me what I'm wearin'
I got fifty bitches, I ain't worried 'bout no marriage
Bugs Bunny in my ears, I got carats
Don't ask, bitch you can't afford what I'm wearin'
I don't care, but my bitch named Karen
Pillow talkin', nigga, you remind me of a parrot
Nigga shoppin' downtown, I can't wear it
Dior store, gon' crazy, ain't no clearance
It's gon' cost a couple bands for my appearance
Tesla ran out of juice, I'm embarrassed
No soda, I got niggas sittin' in the can
I wear Off-Whites like a nigga tryna get a tan
Richie Rich, I got hundreds, Benjamins
Nigga, I'm the one, but a nigga ain't a minute man
Dog a bitch, but to her mama, I'm a gentleman
Weak bitches at my house, we get rid of them
Rolls-Royce, Lamborghini, yeah, I sit in there
All beige Louis boots, these ain't Timberland
