Off Poppin Gone Remix Songtext

They want me dead and gone
I think you better move on
'Cause bitch, I'm poppin' off (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

Baby bad as hell, but she broke though (She broke though)
I want no relation with a broke hoe (With a broke hoe)
Nigga like a raw paper, we want all the smoke (We want all the smoke)
F&N, load it up, watch them niggas choke
Ha, ha, they need to catch up (Need to catch up)
Niggas broke, down bad, gеt your check up (Get your check up)
All my niggas gеt to steppin', like a dancing move (Like a dancing move)
Boy, you stupid tryna leave the crib without the tool (Without the what?)
Bitch, you stupid tryna come around without no booty (Bitch)
Ayy, that's a lesson, you finna pay some pimpin' (Pay some)
Baby girl, play your role, go and pay attention (Go and pay attention)
We got choppa's on the floor, drugs in the kitchen (Kitchen)
We got dope up on the stove, coke up on the dishes (Skrrt, skrrt)
Bet I got that yikky on me when I'm in the building (When I'm in the building)
If a nigga goin' broke, I'ma go and get it (Go and get it)
Let a nigga try to rob me, I'ma go to prison (Baow)
Say bitch, 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 bitch, I'm poppin' off

They don't wanna see me boppin', they got money problems
Water on my neck wetter than Bikini Bottom
Better watch what you tweetin' and what you speak, you gon' be bleedin'
A half a million on my neck and I got every piece from [?]
Remember I was on the road, Willie Nelson on the phone screen
It's a blizzard on my neck, yeah, [?]
I don't wanna do no songs with 'em, barely get along with 'em
What's in my palm, I'll send you to the angels when I'll chrome hearted up (Up)
Niggas givin' our Shug vibes
A hundred shells in this wave, yeah, goodbye
Mob ties, good fellas, I'm a good guy
Made— Made nigga better not look wrong or blink at me
Know they ain't gon' touch me, I’m psycho Bob, you Krusty
Clown ass niggas in my ear talkin' 'bout nothing
I'm the ruler, I'm the don, James Bound how I press a button
He's no longer when I'm handing out destruction

Say bitch, 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 bitch, I'm poppin' off

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
Nigga, 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 shit, 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, nigga, who you foolin'?
See you smoke the pot, but I never see you move it (Nah)
Fuckin' on this bitch, 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)
Fuck you singin' for? Come on, get on with the movement

Say bitch, 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 bitch, I'm poppin' off

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)