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Ayy yo, Ran Poppin' shit, poppin' shit (Poppin' shit), bitch, we out here poppin' shit First day I got a gun, I was lookin' for my opps and shit (Opps and shit) Ran up a check, now I call shots like I'm Popovich (Popovich) If I have too, understand I'ma pop a bitch (Bow, bow, bow) Grab the family bag, bitch, 'cause I want a lot of chips (Lot of it) Hundred thousand in my britches, clips filled with hollow tips (Hollow tips) Turn a nigga 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) (Ooh-ooh) I ain't nice, nigga (Ooh-ooh) Think twice, nigga (Ooh) Murda Town 39th, nigga 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 What you think? Ridin' in a pink Lamborghini with a mink on, let it sing SongtexteFuck around with me, I'll close your eyes, but bitch, you never blinked, never blinked Poppin' shit, poppin' shit (Yeah), bitch, we out here poppin' shit First day I got a gun, I was lookin' for my opps and shit (Opps and shit) Ran up a check, now I call shots like I'm Popovich (Popovich) If I have too, understand I'ma pop a bitch (Bow, bow, bow) Grab the family bag, bitch, 'cause I want a lot of chips (Lot of it) Hundred thousand in my britches, clips filled with hollow tips (Hollow tips) Turn a nigga to a pack, I can make a lot of zips (A lot of zips) Yeah, I can make a lot of zips (Ooh-ooh) Foul nigga tried to play (Okay) Eighth grade, first 9 was a 38 I ain't with that jumpin' shit (Shit), no way Had the strap in the Jansport if a nigga ass try to play, yeah Turn his block to a waterpark What you know? We slidin' on that shit like it's a waterpark My bitch got that super soaker, I'm fuckin' on a waterfall I'm fuckin' on a waterfall These niggas Instagram childish (Childish) If you niggas killers, why the fuck you still ain't whack me? (Whack me?) Red dots on they face, look like that boy got acne (Acne) Real nigga too [?] I might start robbin' [?] Shooters up in Canada, I'm fucking with them [?] The way I'm shooting shit, could've been the number one draft pick (Draft) Someone playing basketball, hoping he get drafted (Yeah) Poppin' shit, poppin' shit (Poppin' shit), bitch, we out here poppin' shit (Ooh) First day I got a gun, I was lookin' for my opps and shit (Opps and shit) Ran up a check, now I call shots like I'm Popovich (Popovich) If I have too, understand I'ma pop a bitch (Bow, bow, bow) Grab the family bag, bitch, 'cause I want a lot of chips (Lot of it) Hundred thousand in my britches, clips filled with hollow tips (Hollow tips) Turn a nigga 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) Aus Songtexte Mania