Poppin

Uh-huh, yeah

Uh-huh, yeah

Uh-huh, yeah

Uh-huh, yeah

Bitch, I'm off a flat, feelin' nauseous

She gon' hit my crib and give me neck, that no talkin'

I just went and paid an arm and leg for Givenchy

Then I went and bought a new Corvette for my mommy

Swear I love this shit, I love to flex

Often, I don't do no talkin'

I just get to sparkin', we caught that boy and robbed him

Rocky, he gon' box, spent a band right on these Robins

I ain't really popular, but I'm kinda poppin'

I don't really talk too much, I just do my thing, yeah

Got tired of Boston, I went to Bombay, uh

Put 'em in a coffin, I let that chop' spray

She said, "Bae, you toxic, you never call me"

If I broke your lil' heart, I'm sorry

If you need me, you can call me

Don't see you like that but you too attached, ay

I been countin' cash, pockets stupid fat, yeah

Yeah, I did her bad, but she came back

If you want some smoke, I'll arrange that

Want some love? I can't even entertain that

If them boys bust, we gon' bang back

Bitch, I'm off a flat, feelin' nauseous

She gon' hit my crib and give me neck, that no talkin'

I just went and paid an arm and leg for Givenchy

Then I went and bought a new Corvette for my mommy

Swear I love this shit, I love to flex

Often, I don't do no talkin'

I just get to sparkin', we caught that boy and robbed him

Rocky, he gon' box, spent a band right on these Robins

I ain't really popular, but I'm kinda poppin'

I ain't tryna flex but you know this

That ho stay on me, she be like, "Tec', you so important"

Half these ****, they just gassed up, bitch, they bloated

Everyday, I get my gas up, bitch, I'm rollin'

Half these **** tryna catch up, yeah

Oh, you don't agree? I know you thought that talk was cheap

I beef about that green like that shit a BLT

I know I'm her strange addiction, put that shit on TLC

Tired of fuckin' with them lames, that's why she just fuck with me

No talkin', I can't do no talkin'

Pull up in that big body, I can't do no walkin'

I just blocked her number, yeah, that ho do too much stalkin'

Man, these bitches crazy, don't forgot I gotta be cautious

Bitch, I'm off a flat, feelin' nauseous

She gon' hit my crib and give me neck, that no talkin'

I just went and paid an arm and leg for Givenchy

Then I went and bought a new Corvette for my mommy

Swear I love this shit, I love to flex

Often, I don't do no talkin'

I just get to sparkin', we caught that boy and robbed him

Rocky, he gon' box, spent a band right on these Robins

I ain't really popular, but I'm kinda poppin'

Yeah

Uh-huh, yeah

Uh-huh, yeah

Uh-huh, yeah