Poppin
Big Scarr
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(Bandpl-) (Let the Bandplay) Let's go Big Frozone Let's go Grim Reaper Gang Snatch your soul, can't get your soul back Let's go Woah (woah) I walk around with this drum like I'm Nick Cannon (Nick Cannon) Bust off the rip, if I up it, I won't panic (I won't panic) Walk in G-Star, buy the fit off the mannequin (off the mannequin) I'm on a yacht, fuckin' different Dominicans (Dominicans) He not a plug on the bowls, he the middleman (middleman) Seats in the coupe peanut butter like Peter Pan (like Peter Pan) Niggas hate me, but they bitch is my biggest fan (biggest fan) Woah, I'm poppin', I'm feelin' like I'm the man (I'm the man) Bitches see me and forget about oxygen, uh Drive and skrrt it like a rocket ship (pew-pew) Heavyweight champion, check how my pockets built, uh (woah) I ain't finish school, f*ck a scholarship (no) Dissin' the gang, that their shit got your partner killed, woah I fell in love with the vacuum seal I had the scale before I had me a record deal, woah (on God) Dumped the whole clip, that's a overkill Young niggas with me strapped up like the Navy SEALs, woah These niggas not who they say they is (no, no) You ain't in the field, you just been in a fire drill, woah I feel the hate in the atmosphere, I drop a bag Get a bitch nigga out of here, woah (gone) I ain't with that internet beef, you can have it Make my young niggas pull up, get to blastin' (pew, pew) I'll rock the show with my Glock, I ain't lackin' Perc' and the addys, I'm feelin' fantastic (woah) Designer fabrics, Supreme on my jacket (Supreme) This rap shit too easy, this ain't nothin' but practice (yeah) I'm in my bag, I'm just sittin' back, relaxin' (woah) Can't show no love on them bags, yeah, I'm taxin' (nope) These niggas snitchin', they tellin' what happened (woah) I don't want no smoke, man, you niggas can have it Niggas be cappin' on wax and be braggin' (woah) Racks in my pocket, my pants lookin' baggy (woah) Christian Dior on Moncler got me tacky (woah) Rich nigga drippin' in high class fashion (woah) Let's go Woah (let's go) Woah, woah, let's go (let's go) Woah I walk around with this drum like I'm Nick Cannon (Nick Cannon) Bust off the rip, if I up it, I won't panic (I won't panic) Walk in G-Star, buy the fit off the mannequin (off the mannequin) I'm on a yacht, fuckin' different Dominicans (Dominicans) He not a plug on the bowls, he the middleman (middleman) Seats in the coupe peanut butter like Peter Pan (like Peter Pan) Niggas hate me, but they bitch is my biggest fan
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Written by: Alexander Woods, Krishon Gaines
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