Poppin, Poppin

Shawty leave that lame at home
You rolling with Gs and the money Real Long
And my people gon ride for me

We bout to hit the spot
And get it Poppin, Poppin'

Though she say she got a Nigga
He ain't got No Bands
The Flex ain't gon stop
So let's make em Mad, Mad

Big Big mad
Cap looking like a Stunna, Stunna
Bird Man, Wayne
Been Hot 10 Summas, Summas
Rollin' in da Slabs, Swangers straight Bangas
Gave em a middle finger
Representing the South
Better watch your Mouth
Drip down Never been a clown
Kiss the ring Charlo I'm the future
Been passed u up Call a Uber

Got the block jumping
Got the block jumping
Got the block jumping
Yea we got the block jumping

Got the block jumping
Got the block jumping
Got the block jumping

Got the shorties twerking
Real Gs stay working

Shawty leave that lame at home
You rolling with Gs and the money real long
And my people gon ride for me

We bout to hit the spot
And get it Poppin, Poppin'

Though she say she got a Nigga
He ain't got No Bands
The Flex ain't gon stop so let's make em Mad, Mad

Un huh
Flex
Un huh
Get it Poppin'



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Writer(s): Wayland Hyson
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