Poppin *** By SahBabii
Poppin’ ***, poppin’ *** (Poppin’ ***), ***, we out here poppin’ ***
First day I got a ***, I was lookin’ for my opps and *** (Opps and ***)
Ran up a check, now I call shots like I’m Popovich (Popovich)
If I have too, understand I’ma pop a *** (Bow, bow, bow)
Grab the family bag, ***, ’cause I want a lot of chips (Lot of it)
Hundred thousand in my britches, clips filled with hollow tips (Hollow tips)
Turn a *** to a pack, I can make a lot of zips (A lot of zips)
I can make a lot of zips (Ooh-ooh, yeah)
(Ooh-ooh) I ain’t nice, ***
(Ooh-ooh) Think twice, *** (Ooh)
Murda Town 39th, ***
You want smoke, I’ll get right with ya
All my guns filled with cop killers
I’m still alive, my opps not killers (Opps not killers)
Okay, you a killer and I’m a killer (Hey)
But my knife bigger
Shoot up your party, I’m a night ender
Thought you was hangin’ with killers
Now you got mice with you
Black you out, you need ice with ya
Catch a flight ’cause life’s bigger
What you think?
Ridin’ in a pink Lamborghini with a mink on, let it sing
*** around with me, I’ll close your eyes, but ***, you never blinked, never blinked
Poppin’ ***, poppin’ *** (Yeah), ***, we out here poppin’ ***
First day I got a ***, I was lookin’ for my opps and *** (Opps and ***)
Ran up a check, now I call shots like I’m Popovich (Popovich)
If I have too, understand I’ma pop a *** (Bow, bow, bow)
Grab the family bag, ***, ’cause I want a lot of chips (Lot of it)
Hundred thousand in my britches, clips filled with hollow tips (Hollow tips)
Turn a *** to a pack, I can make a lot of zips (A lot of zips)
I can make a lot of zips (Ooh-ooh)
Foul *** tried to play (Okay)
Eighth grade, first 9 was a 38
I ain’t with that jumpin’ *** (***), no way
Had the strap in the Jansport if a *** ass try to play, yeah
Turn his block to a waterpark
What you know? We slidin’ on that *** like it’s a waterpark
My *** got that super soaker, I’m ***’ on a waterfall
I’m ***’ on a waterfall
These niggas Instagram childish (Childish)
If you niggas killers, why the *** you still ain’t whack me? (Whack me?)
Red dots on they face, look like that boy got acne (Acne)
Real *** too [?] I might start robbin’ [?]
Shooters up in Canada, I’m *** with them [?]
The way I’m *** ***, could’ve been the number one draft pick (Draft)
Someone playing basketball, hoping he get drafted (Yeah)
Poppin’ ***, poppin’ *** (Poppin’ ***), ***, we out here poppin’ *** (Ooh)
First day I got a ***, I was lookin’ for my opps and *** (Opps and ***)
Ran up a check, now I call shots like I’m Popovich (Popovich)
If I have too, understand I’ma pop a *** (Bow, bow, bow)
Grab the family bag, ***, ’cause I want a lot of chips (Lot of it)
Hundred thousand in my britches, clips filled with hollow tips (Hollow tips)
Turn a *** to a pack, I can make a lot of zips (A lot of zips)
I can make a lot of zips (Ooh-ooh, yeah)
