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Poppin Shit

 

Poppin Shit

(álbum: Barnacles - 2020)


Popping shit, popping shit (Popping shit), bitch, we out here popping shit
First day I got a gun, I was looking for my opps and shit (Opps and shit)
Ran up a check, now I call shots like I'm Popovich (Popovich)
If I have to, understand I'ma pop a bitch (Bow, bow, bow)
Grab the family bag, bitch, 'cause I want a lot of chips (Lot of it)
Hundred thousand in my britches, clips filled with hollow tips (Hollow tips)
Turn a nigga to a pack, I can make a lot of zips (A lot of zips)
Yeah, I can make a lot of zips (Ooh-ooh, yeah)

(Ooh-ooh) I ain't nice, nigga
(Ooh-ooh) Think twice, nigga (Ooh)
Murda Town 39th, nigga
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 hanging with killers
Now you got mice with you
Black you out, you need ice with ya
Catch a flight 'cause life's bigger
Than you think
Riding in a pink Lamborghini with a mink on
Let that sink
Fuck around with me, I'll close your eyes for good, you'll never blink (Never blink)

Popping shit, popping shit (Yeah), bitch, we out here popping shit
First day I got a gun, I was looking for my opps and shit (Opps and shit)
Ran up a check, now I call shots like I'm Popovich (Popovich)
If I have to, understand I'ma pop a bitch (Bow, bow, bow)
Grab the family bag, bitch, 'cause I want a lot of chips (Lot of it)
Hundred thousand in my britches, clips filled with hollow tips (Hollow tips)
Turn a nigga to a pack, I can make a lot of zips (A lot of zips)
Yeah, I can make a lot of zips (Ooh-ooh)

Couple niggas tried to play (Okay)
Eighth grade, first gun was a .38
I ain't with that jumping shit (Shit), no way
Had the strap in the Jansport if a nigga ass tried to play, yeah
Turn his block to a waterpark
What you know? We sliding on that shit like it's a waterpark
My bitch got that super soaker, I'm fucking on a waterfall
I'm fucking on a waterfall
These niggas Instagram chatty (Chatty)
If you niggas killers, why the fuck you still ain't whack me? (Whack me?)
Red dots on they face, look like that boy got acne (Acne)
These niggas too green, I might start robbing rappers
Shooters up in Canada, I'm fucking with them Raptors
The way I'm shooting shit, could've been the number one draft pick (Draft)
My son playing basketball, I hope that he get drafted (Yeah)

Popping shit, popping shit (Popping shit), bitch, we out here popping shit (Ooh)
First day I got a gun, I was looking for my opps and shit (Opps and shit)
Ran up a check, now I call shots like I'm Popovich (Popovich)
If I have to, understand I'ma pop a bitch (Bow, bow, bow)
Grab the family bag, bitch, 'cause I want a lot of chips (Lot of it)
Hundred thousand in my britches, clips filled with hollow tips (Hollow tips)
Turn a nigga to a pack, I can make a lot of zips (A lot of zips)
Yeah, I can make a lot of zips (Ooh-ooh, yeah)

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