Off Poppin' Gone
Yeah
Poppin' off, poppin' off
FTC, come on
Say bitch, I'm poppin' off
From the windows to the walls
'Til the sweat drop down my balls
They not tryna see me ball
I'm standing ten feet tall
They want me dead and gone
I think you better move on
'Cause bitch, I'm poppin' off
Tear it off, bitch, let me see that ass naked
Fuck her from the back 'til her legs start shakin'
I ain't finna eat shit out 'cause that shit be stankin'
Snatch a nigga bitch, give a fuck if she taken
Finna take off, lil' nigga, like a motherfuckin' rocket
Tryna imitate a nigga, better motherfuckin' stop it
Fucked her from the back, bitch talkin' 'bout she nauseas
Cookies got me higher than a long neck ostrich
Hold it, hold it, nigga, I've been really rockin' Polo
Bitch ride the dick like a motherfuckin' solo
Nigga with a bad bitch
Slim thick, ratchet
How the fuck that work, lil' nigga? You be chattin'
Niggas think I'm talkin' shit, this the beginning
Link up with your bitch, if she with it, then she winnin'
Bitch, I'm countin' chicken
Bitch, I'm on a mission
Puffin' on this wood, got it fuckin' up my vision
Say bitch, I'm poppin' off
From the windows to the walls
'Til the sweat drop down my balls
They not tryna see me ball
I'm standing ten feet tall
They want me dead and gone
I think you better move on
'Cause bitch, I'm poppin' off
I'm off my grind, so you know I'm finna shine
I don't chase nothin' else but them dollar signs
Baby, I know that you wanna be mine
But I'm a big baller, cannot waste no time
Nigga, this a G Wagon, this ain't a Rover
FTC really 'bout to take over
Smokin' on gas 'cause I'm a stoner
I make the paper, you make the turnover
Know y'all want the hot shit, call me Nike, do it
I'm the trendin' topic, it ain't really nothin' to it
Hearin' what they got, but I never see 'em shoot it
Claimin' you's a drug dealer, nigga, who you foolin'?
See you smoke the pot, but I never see you move it
Fuckin' on this bitch, then I'm clear how I'm move it
Throw that ass back, go and show them how you do it
Fuck you singin' for? Come on, get on with the movement
Say bitch, I'm poppin' off
From the windows to the walls
'Til the sweat drop down my balls
They not tryna see me ball
I'm standing ten feet tall
They want me dead and gone
I think you better move on
'Cause bitch, I'm poppin' off
Poppin' off, poppin' off
FTC, come on
Say bitch, I'm poppin' off
From the windows to the walls
'Til the sweat drop down my balls
They not tryna see me ball
I'm standing ten feet tall
They want me dead and gone
I think you better move on
'Cause bitch, I'm poppin' off
Tear it off, bitch, let me see that ass naked
Fuck her from the back 'til her legs start shakin'
I ain't finna eat shit out 'cause that shit be stankin'
Snatch a nigga bitch, give a fuck if she taken
Finna take off, lil' nigga, like a motherfuckin' rocket
Tryna imitate a nigga, better motherfuckin' stop it
Fucked her from the back, bitch talkin' 'bout she nauseas
Cookies got me higher than a long neck ostrich
Hold it, hold it, nigga, I've been really rockin' Polo
Bitch ride the dick like a motherfuckin' solo
Nigga with a bad bitch
Slim thick, ratchet
How the fuck that work, lil' nigga? You be chattin'
Niggas think I'm talkin' shit, this the beginning
Link up with your bitch, if she with it, then she winnin'
Bitch, I'm countin' chicken
Bitch, I'm on a mission
Puffin' on this wood, got it fuckin' up my vision
Say bitch, I'm poppin' off
From the windows to the walls
'Til the sweat drop down my balls
They not tryna see me ball
I'm standing ten feet tall
They want me dead and gone
I think you better move on
'Cause bitch, I'm poppin' off
I'm off my grind, so you know I'm finna shine
I don't chase nothin' else but them dollar signs
Baby, I know that you wanna be mine
But I'm a big baller, cannot waste no time
Nigga, this a G Wagon, this ain't a Rover
FTC really 'bout to take over
Smokin' on gas 'cause I'm a stoner
I make the paper, you make the turnover
Know y'all want the hot shit, call me Nike, do it
I'm the trendin' topic, it ain't really nothin' to it
Hearin' what they got, but I never see 'em shoot it
Claimin' you's a drug dealer, nigga, who you foolin'?
See you smoke the pot, but I never see you move it
Fuckin' on this bitch, then I'm clear how I'm move it
Throw that ass back, go and show them how you do it
Fuck you singin' for? Come on, get on with the movement
Say bitch, I'm poppin' off
From the windows to the walls
'Til the sweat drop down my balls
They not tryna see me ball
I'm standing ten feet tall
They want me dead and gone
I think you better move on
'Cause bitch, I'm poppin' off
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Writer(s): Flight White, Daniel Kalmykov
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