Poppin

Lyrics

[Intro: Rich Amiri] Uh-huh, yeah Uh-huh, yeah (Bah-bah-bah) Uh-huh, yeah (Bah, boom-boom-boom-boom) Uh-huh, yeah (Phew, phew) [Chorus: Rich Amiri] Bitch, I'm off a flat, feelin' nauseous (Nah) She gon' hit my crib and give me neck, don't do talkin' (Nope, nope) I just went and paid an arm and leg for Givenchy (Damn, yeah) Then I went and bought a new Corvette for my mommy Swear I love this shit, I love to flex often (No cap), I don't do no talkin' (No) I just got to sparkin', we caught that boy and robbed him (Yeah, let's go) Rocky, he gon' box, spent a band right on these Robins (Uh-huh) I ain't really popular, but I'm kinda poppin' (Uh-huh) [Verse 1: Rich Amiri] I don't really talk too much, I just do my thing, yeah (Yeah, let's go) Got tired of Boston, I went to Bombay, uh (Uh-huh, yеah) Put 'em in a coffin, I let that chop spray (Bew-bеw) She said, "Bae, you toxic, you never call me" (And what?) If I broke your lil' heart, I'm sorry (Yeah) If you need me, you can call me Don't see you like that, but you too attached, ayy (Too attached) I been countin' cash, pockets stupid fat, yeah Yeah, I did her bad, but she came back If you want some smoke, I'll arrange that Want some love? I can't even entertain that (No) If them boys bust, we gon' bang back [Chorus: Rich Amiri & Lil Tecca] Bitch, I'm off a flat, feelin' nauseous (Nah) She gon' hit my crib and give me neck, don't do talkin' (Nope, nope) I just went and paid an arm and leg for Givenchy (Damn, yeah) Then I went and bought a new Corvette for my mommy Swear I love this shit, I love to flex often (No cap), I don't do no talkin' (No) I just got to sparkin', we caught that boy and robbed him (Yeah, let's go) Rocky, he gon' box, spent a band right on these Robins (Romani, Romani, Romani) I ain't really popular, but I'm kinda poppin' [Verse 2: Lil Tecca] I ain't tryna flex, but you know this That ho stay on me, she be like, "Tec, you so important" Half these niggas, they just gassed up, bitch, they bloated Every day, I get my gas up, bitch, I'm rollin' (Yeah) Half these niggas tryna catch up, yeah Oh, you don't agree? I know you thought that talk was cheap I beef about that green like that shit a BLT I know I'm her strange addiction, put that shit on TLC Tired of fuckin' with them lames, that's why she just fuck with me No talkin', I can't do no talkin' Pull up in that big body, I can't do no walkin' I just blocked her number, yeah, that ho do too much stalkin' Man, these bitches crazy, done forgot I gotta be cautious [Chorus: Rich Amiri] Bitch, I'm off a flat, feelin' nauseous (Nah) She gon' hit my crib and give me neck, don't do talkin' (Nope, nope) I just went and paid an arm and leg for Givenchy (Damn, yeah) Then I went and bought a new Corvette for my mommy Swear I love this shit, I love to flex often (No cap), I don't do no talkin' (No) I just got to sparkin', we caught that boy and robbed him (Yeah, let's go) Rocky, he gon' box, spent a band right on these Robins (Uh-huh) I ain't really popular, but I'm kinda poppin' [Outro: Rich Amiri] Yeah, uh-huh Yeah, uh-huh Yeah, uh-huh Yeah