POPPING IT Lyrics

Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh Like, yeah, you know I'm comin Trim I got on LV trainer shoes

In they navy blue

With a matching sweater, too

I just met this bad lil' bitch

She asked me, what you like to do? I like to get money

I'ma get money, dude I told this bitch, look at my pockets

She like, why is they so huge? Got more money than my teachers

I ain't even finish school Why the fuck these niggas rap

Like they got cheese, I got no clue It ain't shit to rap a lie

But it take heart to rap the truth

Always knew some shit would change When I first hopped inside that booth

Gave her two bands for that bag

She want that bonbon, jimmy choo

I gotta keep my circle small

So I can provide for a few

She tryn charged me for some pussy

Lil' bitch not even and that cute

Ain't no man can call me bitch allah

Her only man I fear Put that switchy on that four-pound

That shit take down a whole bear Lil' bitch ask me for some flowers

I came back with denim tears In her pussy got me drowning

Man, that shit like lake lanier

see I can't play by the rules

Because these boys ain't playin' fair All that tough shit on the net

Won't come outside, these niggas scared I know niggas, they gon' hate

I shrug my shoulders, thank God I care When I walk in, niggas whole mood change

Like, what he doin' here? Yeah, when I pop out, they surprised

Like when Kyrie go for a dump I can't go out like I'm easy

Gotta wrap up before I bump Yeah, she mad about that condom

But she still gon' let me hump All these bitches want my baby

Damn, I already got one Out the ends of years

Spring break, I gotta take a dime or two All these labels on my dick

I don't know who I'm signed to Once we hit you up

The way you know your homie's dyin' too Recce's all blues

Provide for my dawgs too Like, yeah, you know I'm comin' trim

I got on LV trainer shoes In a navy blue

With a matching sweater too I just met this bad lil' bitch

She ask me, what you like to do? I like to get money, I'm a gettin' money dudeeeeee