Poppin’

(Verse 1)
Word on the streets they don't like man
I'm still calling with my right hand
On the same old block in the same old city
With the same feds tryna [?]
Name one nigga in your hood I ain't flyer than
Shit get busy in my hood we're flying em
[?] is real helicopters flying up
Told bro chill ends hot like a frying pan
Do a mad ting go home and switch clothes
Hit her, make a beat like diplo
She a good girl, we just turned her nympho
Bad little vibe pink pussy and pink toes
Now she got white in her hair like Sisqo
Flashing lights I ain't talking no disco
Boys in blue cah thе feds did a sweep
Took my boys from the streets
Can't wait till they gеt home
Money I speak, I'm counting up currency
BTC superman with the crypto
That's my darg, he do it for me
I do it for him, that's how this shit goes
Your favourite rappers ass we don't lick those
Got em all [?] like citrus
Lipgloss she don't wear lipstick
Automatic whip no stick shift
Do it like supper and eat it up
I put the BM in sport while my dicks in her jaw
Do it just like I'm Gunna and speed it up
Got em screwing their face when we step in the place
Man he ain't got the street he ain't mean enough
Fuck the fame, bring the money, I don't know Amelia
Remember dem days the women weren't feeling us
Now they all wanna get familiar

(Chorus)
Poppin'
Word on the streets I'm poppin'
Bad B [?]
Cah the pockets filled up with profit
Can't come round flashing all your jewels
My yute will take mans chains and watches
Pop it
I see it, I want it, I cop it
I'm poppin', I'm poppin', I'm poppin'

(Verse 2)
Aim for the top
Won't settle for second or third
If that shit ain't the first it's a loss
We're tryna take off
Migos be moving dem kilos
Like farmers we're chopping dem crops
Food make you cough
Kush in my lungs got me wheezing
Long time since I went for a jog
Can't ask my father for figures
We grew up with no father figures
Long time that I ain't seen my pops
Long time that I ain't seen my opps
Like, where they been like
Internet hyping, no we ain't with that
If he moves booky why'd she dig that
Brown skin with a big back
She just wanna arch it, she don't want chit chat
Shorty ride man like a [?]
Then she fall asleep on my six-pack
And we couldn't care less if you involved
Ain't on road but we been road
Man I had 99 problems
But we bucked dem yutes and it's been solved
Fake bad boys, see through like windows
Summer here now but I've been cold
Gyally wanna do broski and me
Let him go first like an intro
Know you can't wife that one, she a bimbo
Why this [?] got a beating like Klitschko
Why's he got so much [?]
This chest shot make him do limbo
Ting go eylelele like Timbo
I like my milly in pink notes
Coming straight from the struggle
I've been broke
I can't go back again but I've been close

(Chorus)
Poppin'
Word on the streets I'm poppin'
Bad B [?]
Cah the pockets filled up with profit
Can't come round flashing all your jewels
My yute will take mans chains and watches
Pop it
I see it, I want it, I cop it
That's bro he ain't gotta ask twice
You know I got him
Big plans man know I'm plotting
Big bands when I go shopping
And I know all my haters watching
We're poppin'
Word on the streets we're poppin'
I'm poppin', I'm poppin', I'm poppin'
I'm poppin', I'm poppin', I'm poppin'