Poppin It

Evil Empire

Yeah
Forreal

Rubber bands, popping it
Pretty girls hopping in
Caramel chocolate
Duffle Bags, guap in it
College chick, model chick
Casa-friends swallowing
Make it bend, benjamins
Freak baby and her friend
Show that ooh
Show that, yeah okay
Throw that ooh
Throw that, yeah okay
Show that ooh
Show that, yeah okay
Throw that ooh
Throw that, I said

First off fuck security
I still got it on me, yeah
Second, fuck your section
We gone stand where we wanna
Lil mama zooted
Had a sip and now she bussing it on me
Don't need no change for no 20's
You see all these 10's on me, yeah
I just came from Namek, pockets Piccolo
Put her mouth on me after the blunt
She smoking mistletoe
Kel Tec magazine
You don't wanna see the centerfold
Treat me like insurance
They crash out and call the general
That must be your baby daddy hating on the sideline
Put them hands down like 6 o'clock
I call it primetime
Get her ass inside
Reenact my twitter timeline
Had them edges laid
Now her shit looking like Einstein
I got

Rubber bands, popping it
Pretty girls hopping in
Caramel chocolate
Duffle Bags, guap in it
College chick, model chick
Casa-friends swallowing
Make it bend, benjamins
Freak baby and her friend
Show that ooh
Show that, yeah okay
Throw that ooh
Throw that, yeah okay
Show that ooh
Show that, yeah okay
Throw that ooh
Throw that, Aye

If you owe me
Hope your pockets get sick nigga
Cough it up
I'll get off the phone with the president
Just to call your bluff
Need to write that shit you said on paper
So I can ball it up
And if I'm the boss
The fuck you niggas mean you bossing up
Show me why you went to Planet Fitness
Kill these bitches, let me witness
I aint finished, let me feel it
I aint finished, let me hit it
Looking for me, I'm on business
For the longest, tell the Guinness
Dennis just said I'm the menace
Mane aint none of this shit rented
Mane aint none of this shit fake
This shit get cray
This shit get Ye
Please come from where I stay
Like OVO, they keep a Drake
Shawty keep shaking that ass
Give these hoes something to hate
I aint worried 'bout getting curved
'Cause I came with straight

Rubber bands, popping it (Hell yeah shawty)
Pretty girls hopping in
Caramel chocolate
Duffle Bags, guap in it (For real)
College chick, model chick
Casa-friends swallowing
Make it bend, benjamins
Freak baby and her friend
Show that ooh
Show that, yeah okay
Throw that ooh
Throw that, yeah okay
Show that ooh
Show that, yeah okay
Throw that ooh
Throw that, I said

Evil Empire
Not the hottest thing smoking
You must be out of your goddamn mind



Credits
Writer(s): Jimmy Deangelo Smith
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