[Verse 1]
Got a dirty 40, fell in love with it
Need another 40 just like it
Got a little bitch that loves to suck dick
Need another shawty just like it
Got my [?] on with the Perc in me
Get to moonwalking like Michael
And I’m undefeated in them trenches boy
But them niggas tryna take my title
Had to rearrange the whole bible
Every night I sleep with my rifle
My uncle told me as a young nigga
Better kill ‘em if they try and fight you
Got a gun shooter that’s on payroll
If they miss a nigga they fired
Bitch I’m in the field and I just brought [?]
‘Fore your mama let you outside
[Hook]
The bands, they poppin’
The perkys, she poppin’
I walk in, get shit poppin’
The bitches, they flockin’
[Verse 2]
Always keep a bandana
Yellow jewelry, Ned Flanders
Tell them they don’t want no honor
Pour the lean up in the Fanta
Asking for forgiveness on a daily basis
I was in the trenches ‘cause that’s where I’m safest
I just want the [?], ain’t no damn relations
Wasn’t ‘posed to make it, time for celebrations
Spittin’ scriptures, came up out of revelations
Fuck the phony friends, I like ‘em better hatin’
Was down bad, they would pray I make it
Now a nigga up and everybody hating
[Hook]
God damn, they poppin’
The pistol, she poppin’
The bands, they poppin’
Them hoes, they droppin’
Your favorite rapper flopping
I’m going, can’t stop it
You run up, I’ma pop it
Run up, bitch I pop it
Poppin’
The bands, poppin’
The hoes, poppin’
Pistol, she poppin’
Molly, she poppin’
Perkys, she poppin’
Them bottles, she poppin’
New, she poppin’
[Verse 3]
I put in work
Drop bands, bitches twerk
Big guns, we stain
King of Baltimore, Tate Kobang
Young nigga, in the field
Fuck your bitch, buck how you feel
On the boys I did a mill
Got some decent shooters
Mo let ‘em kill
Killers with me, I cannot control ‘em
Shooters with me, I cannot control ‘em
Turkeys on me, I cannot control ‘em
Got the bands, I throw ‘em, I don’t like to hold ‘em
On the top, man I thought I told ‘em
Bad bitches love to hand the scrotum
Can’t fuck a bitch if everybody know it
Cause that mean she fucked and everybody know it
Got blue dot for my new thot
And my old bitch get Apple
In the kitchen whipping them grits nigga
My grandma cooking scrabble
If they flip flop like sandals
Bet they life down into shambles
Tell ‘em roll the dice, take the gamble
Now the whole [?] get samples
[Hook]
God damn, they poppin’
The pistol, she poppin’
The bands, they poppin’
Them hoes, they droppin’
Your favorite rapper flopping
I’m going, can’t stop it
You run up, I’ma pop it
Run up, bitch I pop it
Poppin’
The bands, poppin’
The hoes, poppin’
Pistol, she poppin’
Molly, she poppin’
Perkys, she poppin’
Them bottles, she poppin’
New, she poppin’
Poppin was written by Tate Kobang.
Poppin was produced by DTP.
Tate Kobang released Poppin on Fri Apr 01 2016.