Poppin lyrics

[Intro]
(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)

[Chorus]
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 (Won't panic)
Walk in G-Star, buy the fit off the mannequin (Off the mannequin)
I'm on a yacht, f*cking 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)
n*ggas hate me, but they b*tch is my biggest fan (Biggest fan)

[Verse]
Woah, I'm poppin', I'm feeling like I'm the man (I'm the man), b*tches see me and forget about oxygen, uh
Drive the straight eight 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), dissing the gang, that's that sh*t got your partner killed, woah (Woah)
I fell in love with the vacuum seal, I had the scale 'fore I had me a record deal, woah (On God)
Dumped the whole clip, that's a overkill, young n*ggas with me strapped up like the Navy SEALs, woah
These n*ggas 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 b*tch n*gga out of here, woah (Gone)
I ain't with that internet beef, you can have it
Make my young n*ggas pull up, get to blasting (Pew, pew)
I'll rock the show with my Glock, I ain't lacking
Perc' and the Addys, I'm feeling fantastic (Woah)
Designer fabrics, Supreme on my jacket (Supreme)
This rap sh*t too easy, this ain't nothing but practice (Yeah)
I'm in my bag, I'm just sitting back, relaxing (Woah)
Can't show no love on no bags, yeah, I'm taxing (Nope)
These n*ggas snitching, they telling what happened (Woah)
I don't want no smoke, man, you n*ggas can have it
n*ggas be capping, no whacks and be bragging (Woah)
Racks in my pocket, my pants looking baggy (Woah)
Christian Dior on Moncler got me tacky (Woah)
Rich n*gga dripping in high class fashion (Woah)
[Bridge]
Let's go
Woah (Let's go)
Woah, woah, let's go (Let's go)

[Chorus]
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 (Won't panic)
Walk in G-Star, buy the fit off the mannequin (Off the mannequin)
I'm on a yacht, f*cking 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)
n*ggas hate me, but they b*tch is my biggest fan (Biggest fan)