Poppin It lyrics

[Intro: Richie Re]
First of all
You little bummy-ass b*tches could never (Never)
You know, rich b*tch sh*t
We like to pop our sh*t sometimes (Yeah)
No bum sh*t (D. Sims)
No bum sh*t (Ayy, fire that blunt up, Brannew)
b*tch, huh

[Chorus: Richie Re]
Poppin' it, poppin' it (Yeah)
I'm poppin' it, yeah (Huh)
Poppin' it, poppin' it (Yeah)
I'm poppin' it, yeah (Huh?)
You poppin' it, I'm poppin' it
I'm poppin' it, yeah
You poppin' it, yeah
We poppin' it, huh

[Verse 1: Richie Re]
Poppin' my sh*t
Just hit a mil' and the Rollie don't tick, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Pop my sh*t, yeah, yeah
b*tch stay lit, yeah, yeah (Lit)
Diamonds in my ear lookin' like glaciers (Glaciers)
Saved by the bell, no Slater, b*tch
488, no racer, b*tch (What?)
New crib sittin' on acres
Boss b*tch and a rich b*tch
You a broke ho and a cheap b*tch (Hah)
Keep talkin' 'bout you got racks
b*tch, is it from suckin' all these sacks?
Run around f*ckin' these f*ckboy n*ggas
Broke b*tch, don't nobody want your n*gga
Ugh, just nasty
He can't afford me anyway
[Verse 2: Hardo]
b*tch, I got a bag, I'm never pressin' (Bag)
Really one of the last real n*ggas left (Real n*gga)
Aimin' at the head, so f*ck a vest (At a n*gga head)
Fly my head nurse out, I'm obsessed (Real sh*t), huh?
I can afford any b*tch I want (Any b*tch)
Wearin' two Rollies just for lunch (Two)
I was a parolee, sixty months (Real sh*t)
Tennis shoes cost a P of Runtz (Huh?)
I done hit your b*tch in every trap
Puttin' rubber bands on every stack
Always uptown, so what's the haps? (Uptown)
I'ma bend it over, break her back (Oh)
Trappin' out a house
Young n*ggas, got 'em runnin' in and out
If that ass fat, I'm floodin' that account (Ayy)
Count a hundred grand and put it in her mouth, huh? (Ayy)
Grilled up like a n*gga from the South (Bling)
Pilled up, tryna air a n*gga out
Pulled up in a Bentley, clear it out (Skrrt)
Pull that b*tch head, makeup smearin' 'round (Huh?)
Real n*gga, I be poppin' that sh*t
First thing, I be walkin' that sh*t (Walkin' that)
No cane, gotta walk with that stick (Huh?)
New chain done cost me two bricks
[Chorus: Richie Re]
Poppin' it, poppin' it (Yeah)
I'm poppin' it, yeah (Huh)
Poppin' it, poppin' it (Yeah)
I'm poppin' it, yeah (Huh?)
You poppin' it, I'm poppin' it
I'm poppin' it, yeah
You poppin' it, yeah
We poppin' it, huh

[Verse 3: Richie Re]
You want the life of a rich b*tch (Rich b*tch)
We do not f*ck with you lame hoes (Lame hoes)
Most of y'all f*ckin' the same n*gga (Ugh)
Run around sharin' the same clothes (Hrrr)
I can't relate to you whores
Wake up and run up a check when I'm bored
Show me the plane and I'm ready to board
Make a n*gga leave you, Melissa Ford, hmm (Come here)
Meanwhile
I live the life of a pornstar
Squirt on his face at the Saint Regis
You ate the di*k in a Nissan
I'm at the game on the floor seats
You sittin' way in the nosebleeds, b*tch, huh
You sittin' way in the nosebleeds (Hrrr)
[Chorus: Richie Re]
Poppin' it, yeah
I'm poppin' it, huh
Poppin' it, yeah
I'm poppin' it, huh
You poppin' it, I'm poppin' it
I'm poppin' it, yeah
You poppin' it, yeah
We poppin' it, huh