Poppin Lyrics

Opp hunting

I'mma put his head on a paper plate

Beefing with these no-name ass niggas like paperweight

I'mma shoot that nigga in his face, ain't no great debates

Baby eating lobster mac and cheese, but she hate to steak

Sleeze Jason, Captain Michael, we did it again

I'mma go and put her on my man heard, she need a friend

Piece hittin', I just punched a jet, I'mma see you in ten

Since your mans died, you started playing when I see you again

Hit the mall, drop too much, I can't speak on it

Heard the opps lurking up the block, we gon' creep on it

Hundred K in dubs, made 10 bitches change my sheets for me

Nigga, I got too much to lose, you can sleep for me

Why the clerk just ask my name, is she tryna fuck

Or is it cause I'm jamming way too hard, got the piece stuck

Ain't no other nigga in my city that can keep up

Roll ten grams to the neck, y'all gon' peace up

Turn his body red, holla at some goat meat Or leave him shredded with this 50 like roast beef

You say that you a real nigga, gotta show me

You went broke and need help, Gay Tony

Groovy told me stack it till it get moldy, uh

So what I'm doing now

Hating on niggas because we up, nigga, move around

I just want your life and only yours, I'm not shooting crowds

Get the fuck off Twitter with that shit, boy, you moving loud

Take your bitch for a week, send her with some pounds

No, not weed, nigga, off this white, heard you in the drought

Pops got cups full of that wok, he can't put it down

Glock with the shhh on that bitch, it can't make a sound