Poppin'

Let's get it poppin'
Hottest thing poppin'
Third degree burns, everything I'm droppin'
I'm a king but I dropped my crown
Back on my feet, time to hold this shit down
Chucking fastballs from the pitcher's mound
Versatile as fuck switching up the sound
Compete against me, you getting clowned kid
I'm the main event, crowds going nuts
Easy to live when you don't give a fuck
When you're this good, you don't need luck
I spit a verse, you think lightning struck
I call your bluff, I had enough, your time is up
Yo Money M!tch baby it's our time bruh

We wylin'
We ridin'
Freestylin'
No stoppin'
My squad we poppin' poppin'
Your squad be window shoppin'
Going to the top in a brand new rocket
We the God damn hottest
We wylin'
We ridin'
Freestylin'
No stoppin'
My squad we poppin' poppin'
Your squad be window shoppin'
Going to the top in a brand new rocket
We the God damn hottest

I'm ice cold just ask my flow
Don't need to talk when you've been where I've gone
Spit shit that, hit right home
Fake smiling, you a lawn gnome
Only one me, you can try clones
Sticks and stones will snap your bones
But these words got some bite, to that bark
These some big boy bars spitting after dark
You got that night light that's your only bright spot
Cooking this beat compliments to the chef yes
Again and again, I prove I'm the best
You can't be a star when you're glued to the bench
I'm Flyin' high like Carson Wentz
If it ain't big bucks don't make no sense
This is history in the present tense

We wylin'
We ridin'
Freestylin'
No stoppin'
My squad we poppin' poppin'
Your squad be window shoppin'
Going to the top in a brand new rocket
We the God damn hottest
We wylin'
We ridin'
Freestylin'
No stoppin'
My squad we poppin' poppin'
Your squad be window shoppin'
Going to the top in a brand new rocket
We the God damn hottest

I rise from the ash like a phoenix no cap
I go for your cap with a handful of facts
The fact of the matter
My pockets getting fatter
Serve this shit up on a silver platter
I drop an A bomb
Head's up napalm
They nervous, tell them all stay calm
Pedal to the metal tell them all so long
I'm so paid like Weezy and Akon
Best thing for rap dating back to Raekwon
My grass is always greener
Get the fuck off my lawn
Money M!tch that's a wrap
Dollar bills filling up the backpack



Credits
Writer(s): Brandon Reilly
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