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Big Scarr - Poppin [Official Audio]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Big Scarr
Big Scarr
Vocals
Bandplay
Bandplay
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alexander Woods
Alexander Woods
Songwriter
Krishon Gaines
Krishon Gaines
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Amani "A $" Hernández
Amani "A $" Hernández
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Eddie "eMIX" Hernandez
Eddie "eMIX" Hernandez
Mixing Engineer
Bandplay
Bandplay
Producer
Daniel Rowland
Daniel Rowland
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Band pl- (Let the band play) Let's go Big frozone Let's go Grim reaper gang Snatch your soul, can't get your soul back Let's go, whoa (whoa) I walk around with this drop 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, fuckin' 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) Niggas hatin' me, but they bitch is my biggest fan (biggest fan) Whoa, I'm poppin', I'm feeling like I'm the man (I'm the man) Bitches 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 (whoa) I ain't finish school, fuck a scholarship (no) Dissin' the gang, that's that shit got your partner killed, whoa (whoa) I fell in love with the vacuum seal, I had the scale 'fore I had me a record deal, whoa (on God) Dumped the whole clip, that's a overkill, young niggas with me strapped up like the navy seals, whoa These niggas not who they say they is (no, no), you ain't in the field, you just been in a fire drill, whoa I feel the hate in the atmosphere, I drop a bag, get a bitch nigga out of here, whoa (gone) I ain't with that internet beef, you can have it Make my young niggas pull up, get to blastin' (pew, pew) I'll rock the show with my glock, I ain't lackin' Perc' and the addys, I'm feeling fantastic (whoa) Designer fabrics, supreme on my jacket (supreme) This rap shit too easy, this ain't nothin' but practice (yeah) I'm in my bag, I'm just sitting back, relaxin' (whoa) Can't show no love on them bags, yeah, I'm taxin' (nope) These niggas snitchin', they tellin' what happened (whoa) I don't want no smoke, man, you niggas can have it Niggas be cappin', no whacks and be braggin' (whoa) Racks in my pocket, my pants looking baggy (whoa) Christian Dior on moncler got me tacky (whoa) Rich nigga dripping in high-class fashion (whoa) Let's go Whoa (let's go) (Whoa-whoa) let's go (let's go) Whoa I walk around with this drop 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, fuckin' 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) Niggas hatin' me, but they bitch is my biggest fan
Writer(s): Krishon O'brien Gaines, Alexander Woods Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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