Poppin It Proper (Poppin4PopIt) (feat. Sticky’Lo)

Long Live Tunk

TalkMoney wit me nah sayin

Got damn **** im geeked

Got damn **** might tweak

Givenchy might be on my feet

TalkMoney Teezy wit me

Popcorn Tunk wit me

80 in the got damn backwood got damn chokin this bitch wit me

I got a partner who bitch for the streets

And he won't leave alone, I been prayin' for him

Secretly waitin' on Sticky and Teezy

To drop but they highkey , be hatin' on them

I'm rockin' Rhude shorts to go to the gym

I put my entire life on the film

**** be prayin', I end up like them

Draco shot pop it, dismember his limb

Pop it for real, popcorn cheddar

You know we livin' way better

Havin' this muthafucka flavor on me

Like a young **** dressed up, he be callin' Coachella

Maison Margiela, Fendi or better

Y'all **** better stop playin

Cause a young **** player, yeah

Like Hugh Hefner, I'm steppin' a thousand or better

I turnt my jumpsuit to Margiela

Black Supreme Air Force when I go out steppin

I just popped up Molly with Heather

They askin' when I'ma fall off, I think never

Overly pop it on ****, they let us

I need my bread and my green on my cheddar

But also like 50s, they look like Red Velvet

Look at me, I be rockin' these stones like Rosetta

Got damn **** I'm geeked , got damn **** might tweak

Givenchy might be on my feet

Talk money Teezy wit me

Popcorn tunk with me

80 in the goddamn backwoods

Got damn chokin' the bitch with me

I got a partner who bitch for the streets

And he won't leave her alone, I've been prayin' for him

Secretly waitin' on Sticky and Teezy to drop

But they Highkey be hatin' on them

I'm rockin' Rhude shorts to go to the gym

I put my entire life on a film

**** be prayin', I end up like them

Draco shot pop it, dismember his limb

And I am a popper

I told a **** better stop it

Cause a **** know I'm a showstopper

And I ain't really with the kicker shit

I ain't never played no soccer

Cap, wrap, hip, hop em

Send a **** to the doctor

I seen a boy run up the hill

Like a young **** popped him

Huh, I'm poppin' it proper

That boy run up the hill like they shot him

They wouldn't try that shit, there wit big poppa

Cause I put hits to ass like the doctor

Ain't no secret, he play with his nostril

Ask him how much meat his BM swallow

That lil' BB gun ain't got no hollows

They be wavin' at me like, hey Arnold