Poppin’

[Intro]
Cinqo's not afraid of you
Ooh, yeah-yeah-yeah
Ooh, woah, woah

[Chorus]
I be in my own world
Give a damn 'bout a trick, give a fuck if she thick, yeah (Skrrt)
Ridin' with my blonde girl
Yeah, my shooter, yeah, my boo, so don't trip, you gon' lose (Woah)
We don't want no drama, tryna stack up all the commas (Yeah)
Seven in the mornin', workin' 'til we freakin' yawnin' (Nah, nah, nah)
Ice up on money bag, it really got a problem (Yeah)
Niggas throwin' shots, funny, I ain't even poppin'

[Verse 1]
It's the truth, I be in the club doin' it
Couple people see me flexin', try and ruin me
If you only came to hate, then what you doin' here?
Real ones in my circle keep it 100 with you in here
I do not click with you (Yeah)
Don't get no chips with you
Don't hit no licks with you (Yeah)
Don't owe you shit, it's true (Woah)
Won't ever link with you
Don't burn no stink with you
And when your ship go down, I will not sink with you, yeah (Hah)

[Chorus]
I be in my own world
Give a damn 'bout a trick, give a fuck if she thick, yeah (Skrrt)
Ridin' with my blonde girl
Yeah, my shooter, yeah, my boo, so don't trip, you gon' lose (Yeah)
We don't want no drama, tryna stack up all the commas (Yeah)
Seven in the mornin', workin' 'til we freakin' yawnin' (Nah, nah, nah)
Ice up on money bag, it really got a problem (Yeah)
Niggas throwin' shots, funny, I ain't even poppin'

[Verse 2]
I been doin' work, now I'm taking off (Up, up)
Put him on a shirt, how I'm waking up (Up, up)
My team come in first, don't worry, dawg
I'm 'bout to break the bank, I'ma take it all (Woo)
Boy, you temporary like tan lines
I'm kickin' it forever, I got hang time
It's heavy on my shoulder, so I bang mine (Doo-doo-doo)
It's heavy on my shoulder, so I hammer time
Cinqo on the beat, fuck you need?
Murder on the scene
Please don't call police, leave us free
You can hold my— (Woah)
I know niggas creep on IG, oh, you can't believe
I turn to a beast on the beat, fire when I speak (Hah)

[Chorus]
I be in my own world
Give a damn 'bout a trick, give a fuck if she thick, yeah (Skrrt)
Ridin' with my blonde girl
Yeah, my shooter, yeah, my boo, so don't trip, you gon' lose (Woah)
We don't want no drama, tryna stack up all the commas (Yeah)
Seven in the mornin', workin' 'til we freakin' yawnin' (Nah, nah, nah)
Ice up on money bag, it really got a problem (Yeah)
Niggas throwin' shots, funny, I ain't even poppin' (Yeah, woah)

[Outro]
Hah, hah
Ooh, yeah-yeah-yeah
Hah, hah
Cinqo's not afraid of you