[Intro]
Yeah
Poppin' off, poppin’ off
(HT made the wave)
FTC, come on
[Chorus]
Say b*tch, I'm poppin' off
From the windows to the walls
’Til the sweat drop down my balls
They not tryna see me ball
I'm standing ten feet tall
They want me dead and gone
I think you better move on
'Cause b*tch, I'm poppin' off
[Verse 1]
Tear it off, b*tch, let me see that ass naked (See that ass naked)
fu*k her from the back 'til her legs start shakin' (Start shakin')
I ain’t finna eat sh*t out ’cause that sh*t be stankin' (Be stankin’)
Snatch a ni**a b*tch, give a fu*k if she taken
Finna take off, lil' ni**a, like a motherfu*kin' rocket (Motherfu*kin' rocket)
Tryna imitate a ni**a, better motherfu*kin’ stop it
fu*ked her from the back, b*tch talkin' 'bout she nauseas (Yeah, yeah)
Cookies got me higher than a long neck ostrich
Hold it, hold it, ni**a, I've been really rockin' Polo (Uh)
b*tch ride the dick like a motherfu*kin' solo (Skrrt)
ni**a with a bad b*tch
Slim thick, ratchet (Slim thick, ratchet)
How the fu*k that work, lil' ni**a? You be chattin' (You be chattin')
ni**as think I'm talkin' sh*t, this the beginning (This the beginning)
Link up with your b*tch, if she with it, then she winnin'
b*tch, I'm countin' chicken
b*tch, I'm on a mission
Puffin' on this wood, got it fu*kin' up my vision
[Chorus]
Say b*tch, I'm poppin' off
From the windows to the walls
'Til the sweat drop down my balls
They not tryna see me ball
I'm standing ten feet tall
They want me dead and gone
I think you better move on
'Cause b*tch, I'm poppin' off
[Verse 2]
I'm off my grind, so you know I'm finna shine (Know I'm finna shine)
I don't chase nothin' else but them dollar signs (But them dollar signs)
Baby, I know that you wanna be mine (Wanna be mine)
But I'm a big baller, cannot waste no time
ni**a, this a G Wagon, this ain't a Rover (Vroom)
FTC really 'bout to take over
Smokin' on gas 'cause I'm a stoner
I make the paper, you make the turnover
Know y'all want the hot sh*t, call me Nike, do it (Do it)
I'm the trendin' topic, it ain't really nothin' to it (Uh)
Hearin' what they got, but I never see 'em shoot it
Claimin' you's a drug dealer, ni**a, who you foolin'?
See you smoke the pot, but I never see you move it (Nah)
fu*kin' on this b*tch, then I'm clear how I'm move it (How I'm move)
Throw that ass back, go and show them how you do it (How you do it)
fu*k you singin' for? Come on, get on with the movement
[Chorus]
Say b*tch, I'm poppin' off
From the windows to the walls
'Til the sweat drop down my balls
They not tryna see me ball
I'm standing ten feet tall
They want me dead and gone
I think you better move on
'Cause b*tch, I'm poppin' off
[Outro]
From the win—, from the windows to the walls (To the walls, to the walls, to the walls)
From the win—, from the win—, from the windows to the walls (To the walls, to the walls, to the walls)