POPPIN IT

[INTRO]
Popping it, popping it, popping it, popping it, popping it, yeah
Popping it, popping it, popping it, popping it, yeah
Popping it, popping it, popping it, popping it, yeah
Popping it, popping it

[HOOK 1]
Popping it, popping it, popping it, popping it
Popping it, popping it, popping it
Popping it, popping it, popping it, popping it
Popping it, popping it, popping it
Popping it, popping it, popping it, popping it
Popping it, popping it, popping it
Popping it, popping it, popping it, popping it
Popping it, popping it, popping it, cmon

[Chorus 1]
Who got a bag? Popping it
Toes in the sand, popping it
Pop at your mans, popping it
Hop in the Lamb, popping it
Copped a zip not a gram, popping it, woah
She feeling the Xans, popping it
Turn on the fan, probably
Got me some land, properties
Show me the bag, copping it, woah
Pick up her ass then dropping it, yeah
Big boned baby on speed dial
She got the head sloppiest
Somebody please tell me who mans is this
Nigga wilding, twin 'bout popping him
Vacuum bag filled up with cannabis
Getting hard trying to portray polished

[VERSE]
I was just running all through them campuses
Dropping dick in them hoes in college
KelTec always gone mind it's business
Cause the bitch came with a silence
Twin I'm too straight off them petty hoes
Bitch I don't wanna be bothered
Keepin' it private so bae keep it private
Bitch, I been training my daughter to potty, cmon
Open your eyes, you can see it, uh, uh, uh
Iron right under the seat, uh, uh, yeah
Thot want to try to play good, want hide her past, hm
Party at the house, told that hoe me in the bathroom, bad news
Fuck that, I'm way too in it deep
Can't put faces to names, dog
Worried about hoes from high school
Promise none of that never changed, dog
Her ass can't fit in them bucket seats
Put the rest in my hand, bae
Said she missed her cycle
I said, ha, ha, ha, stop playing, bae
Turn up, I'm finna go straight to the moon
That's why I put on these Moncler, Palm Angels boots
I'm bout to go visit the motherland
Cause of these crackers, I don't even much know my roots
Walk in the club with my gun on me
Stepping with this .380 up in my shoe
I already know shawty green as fuck
Cause when I text her, her bubble ain't pop up blue
Ooh, yeah, come on

[HOOK 2]
Popping it, popping it, popping it, popping it
Popping it, popping it, popping it
Popping it, popping it, popping it, popping it
Popping it, popping it, popping it
Popping it, popping it, popping it, popping it
Popping it, popping it, popping it
Popping it, popping it, popping it, popping it
Popping it, popping it, popping it, cmon

[Chorus 2]
Who got a bag? Popping it
Toes in the sand, popping it
Pop at your mans, popping it
Hop in the Lamb, popping it
Copped a zip not a gram, popping it, woah
She feeling the Xans, popping it
Turn on the fan, probably
Got me some land, properties
Show me the bag, copping it, woah
Pick up her ass then dropping it, yeah
Big boned baby on speed dial
She got the head sloppiest
Somebody please tell me who mans is this
Nigga wilding, twin 'bout popping him
Vacuum bag filled up with cannabis
Getting hard trying to portray polished