Poppin sh*t lyrics

[Chorus]
Poppin' sh*t, poppin' sh*t (Poppin' sh*t), b*tch, we out here poppin' sh*t
First day I got a gun, I was lookin' for my opps and sh*t (Opps and sh*t)
Ran up a check, now I call shots like I'm Popovich (Popovich)
If I have to, understand I'ma pop a b*tch (Bow, bow, bow)
Grab the family bag, b*tch, 'cause I want a lot of chips (Lot of it)
Hundred thousand in my britches, clips filled with hollow tips (Hollow tips)
Turn a n*gga 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)

[Verse 1]
(Ooh-ooh) I ain't nice, n*gga
(Ooh-ooh) Think twice, n*gga (Ooh)
Murda Town 39th, n*gga
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
Than you think
Ridin' in a pink Lamborghini with a mink on
Let that sink
f*ck around with me, I'll close your eyes for good, you'll never blink (Never blink)
[Chorus]
Poppin' sh*t, poppin' sh*t (Yeah), b*tch, we out here poppin' sh*t
First day I got a gun, I was lookin' for my opps and sh*t (Opps and sh*t)
Ran up a check, now I call shots like I'm Popovich (Popovich)
If I have to, understand I'ma pop a b*tch (Bow, bow, bow)
Grab the family bag, b*tch, 'cause I want a lot of chips (Lot of it)
Hundred thousand in my britches, clips filled with hollow tips (Hollow tips)
Turn a n*gga to a pack, I can make a lot of zips (A lot of zips)
Yeah, I can make a lot of zips (Ooh-ooh)

[Verse 2]
Couple n*ggas tried to play (Okay)
Eighth grade, first gun was a .38
I ain't with that jumpin' sh*t (sh*t), no way
Had the strap in the Jansport if a n*gga ass tried to play, yeah
Turn his block to a waterpark
What you know? We slidin' on that sh*t like it's a waterpark
My b*tch got that super soaker, I'm f*ckin' on a waterfall
I'm f*ckin' on a waterfall
These n*ggas Instagram chatty (Chatty)
If you n*ggas killers, why the f*ck you still ain't whack me? (Whack me?)
Red dots on they face, look like that boy got acne (Acne)
These n*ggas too green, I might start robbin' rappers
Shooters up in Canada, I'm f*cking with them Raptors
The way I'm shooting sh*t, could've been the number one draft pick (Draft)
My son playing basketball, I hope that he get drafted (Yeah)
[Chorus]
Poppin' sh*t, poppin' sh*t (Poppin' sh*t), b*tch, we out here poppin' sh*t (Ooh)
First day I got a gun, I was lookin' for my opps and sh*t (Opps and sh*t)
Ran up a check, now I call shots like I'm Popovich (Popovich)
If I have to, understand I'ma pop a b*tch (Bow, bow, bow)
Grab the family bag, b*tch, 'cause I want a lot of chips (Lot of it)
Hundred thousand in my britches, clips filled with hollow tips (Hollow tips)
Turn a n*gga 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)