Poppin' It

Chopsticks up in the bag, like, ugh
I'm poppin' it, I'm poppin' my tags, like, ugh
Poppin' it, I'm poppin' it, like, ugh
B-EfEl, slatt, slatt, slatt

Poppin' it, Tom & Jerry with the team (Tom)
Feenin' for a killin' we gon' leave you bleedin' (Bleed)
No livin' and no laughter, cut off, and you plastered
Serve you on a platter, like you never even mattered

I'm gon' pop it, pop out with them lights out, on bih
And I'm clean, Woo shirt on, Lysol, on me
She got clean head, feelin' like it's lice all on me
I been up for 24 hours, busy as a bee

Up in the jungle, get dirty
Up with the crew, and we sturdy
Stayin' ten toes down, I'm tearin' they tonsils out
I know you a rat, and you snitchin'
I'm hittin' yo' eye with the lemon
Look at the bullets delivered
She bug me, I leave her delivered
She mad and she leave it on opened
I'm comin' right over, she owe me
They wantin' that bread, they on me
Feelin' like a got a bounty
I'm wantin' my money, you owe me
I'm tryna just pop it, like Kaws
I be a wolf with the claws, no paws
Havin' them sexy thoughts, no pause

It could get grimy, the field, I'm movin' so vigilant
I know that she hate how I feel, I could be nonchalant
I'm hittin' the opps with the bratwurst
Feelin' like I'm Doofenshmirtz
She give me the smash eyes
I'm lovin' the baddie's smirk
She givin' me grunge vibes (Yeah)
I love how she pop when she twerk (Okay, what else)
Don't mess with no false guys (Yeah)
Itty Bitty geek, you twerp (Yessir, what else)
I'm tellin' these white lies, I never get caught in a lie (Nah)
I never get caught in yo' web
She thinkin' it's "Spy vs. Spy" (Spy)
I hate how they fake and connive (No)
I'm runnin' my worth to the sky (B-EfEl)
I'm never gon' wear a disguise (No)
They seein' my eyes when I slime (Slatt)
I move like a army guy
I'm up in the Jaguar (Skrr)
I'm up in the Corvette
These runts cannot push that

I go dummy, I go stupid
Maybe even silly
Goons is bummies
Y'all some pussies, maybe even kitties
I got Tommy's, I got glocky's
Stendo's, call 'em dickies
I got shovels, six feet under, do you even dig me?

I'm gon' pop it, pop out with them lights out, on bih
And I'm clean, Woo shirt on, Lysol, on me
She got clean head, feelin' like it's lice all on me
I been up for 24 hours, busy as a bee

Poppin' it, all up on your squad now
I'm Poppin' it, never gonna fall down
I'm Poppin' it, now I'm gonna claim my crown
I'm Poppin' it, yeah

Who do you think you are?
Yeah, who do you think you are?
Yeah, who do you think you are?
Yeah, yeah



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Writer(s): Blake Berryman
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