Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Poppin Shit, artist - SahBabii. Album song Barnacles, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 07.07.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Casting Bait
Song language: English
Poppin Shit |
| Murda Town 39th, nigga |
| You want smoke, I’ll get right with ya |
| All my guns filled with cop killers |
| I’m still alive, my opps not killers (Opps not killers) |
| Okay, you a killer and I’m a killer (Hey) |
| But my knife bigger |
| Shoot up your party, I’m a night ender |
| Thought you was hangin' with killers |
| Now you got mice with you |
| Black you out, you need ice with ya |
| Catch a flight 'cause life’s bigger |
| What you think? |
| Ridin' in a pink Lamborghini with a mink on |
| Let that sink |
| Fuck around with me, I’ll close your eyes for good, you’ll never blink (Never |
| blink) |
| Poppin' shit, poppin' shit (Yeah), bitch, we out here poppin' shit |
| First day I got a gun, I was lookin' for my opps and shit (Opps and shit) |
| Ran up a check, now I call shots like I’m Popovich (Popovich) |
| If I have to, understand I’ma pop a bitch (Bow, bow, bow) |
| Grab the family bag, bitch, 'cause I want a lot of chips (Lot of it) |
| Hundred thousand in my britches, clips filled with hollow tips (Hollow tips) |
| Turn a nigga to a pack, I can make a lot of zips (A lot of zips) |
| Yeah, I can make a lot of zips (Ooh-ooh) |
| Couple niggas tried to play (Okay) |
| Eighth grade, first gun was a .38 |
| I ain’t with that jumpin' shit (Shit), no way |
| Had the strap in the Jansport if a nigga ass tried to play, yeah |
| Turn his block to a waterpark |
| What you know? |
| We slidin' on that shit like it’s a waterpark |
| My bitch got that super soaker, I’m fuckin' on a waterfall |
| I’m fuckin' on a waterfall |
| These niggas Instagram chatty (Chatty) |
| If you niggas killers, why the fuck you still ain’t whack me? |
| (Whack me?) |
| Red dots on they face, look like that boy got acne (Acne) |
| These niggas too green, I might start robbin' rappers |
| Shooters up in Canada, I’m fucking with them Raptors |
| The way I’m shooting shit, could’ve been the number one draft pick (Draft) |
| My son playing basketball, I hope that he get drafted (Yeah) |
| Poppin' shit, poppin' shit (Poppin' shit), bitch, we out here poppin' shit (Ooh) |
| First day I got a gun, I was lookin' for my opps and shit (Opps and shit) |
| Ran up a check, now I call shots like I’m Popovich (Popovich) |
| If I have to, understand I’ma pop a bitch (Bow, bow, bow) |
| Grab the family bag, bitch, 'cause I want a lot of chips (Lot of it) |
| Hundred thousand in my britches, clips filled with hollow tips (Hollow tips) |
| Turn a nigga to a pack, I can make a lot of zips (A lot of zips) |
| Yeah, I can make a lot of zips (Ooh-ooh, yeah) |