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Poppin It (feat. Stinc Team)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fenix Flexin
Fenix Flexin
Rap
OhGeesy
OhGeesy
Rap
Rob Vicious
Rob Vicious
Rap
Master Kato
Master Kato
Rap
Fenix Rypinski
Fenix Rypinski
Rap
Stinc Team
Stinc Team
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Stinc Team
Stinc Team
Songwriter
Branden Dion McNair
Branden Dion McNair
Songwriter
Devante Ray Caldwell
Devante Ray Caldwell
Songwriter
Fenix Flexin
Fenix Flexin
Songwriter
Jameon Davis
Jameon Davis
Songwriter
LaRon Robinson
LaRon Robinson
Songwriter
OhGeesy
OhGeesy
Songwriter
Rob Vicious
Rob Vicious
Songwriter
Shoreline Mafia
Shoreline Mafia
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Fenix Flexin
Fenix Flexin
Executive Producer
OhGeesy
OhGeesy
Executive Producer
Ron-Ron The Producer
Ron-Ron The Producer
Producer
TK Kimbro
TK Kimbro
Executive Producer
Picaso Jeremiah Aubert
Picaso Jeremiah Aubert
Executive Producer

Lyrics

Sippin' dirty Wock, hugging a chopstick Ron Ron do that shit Beat Boy taught me Percocet for breakfast got me nauseous (oh, my God) Sippin' dirty Wock, hugging a chopstick (mud) Pull off in the drop, I'm tryna drop shit (skrt, skrt, srkt) You poppin' it, now you moving cautious (gang, gang, gang) You poppin' it, bro stop all that poppin' it (gang) The gang will leave you hanging, nigga stop it (gang) You poppin' it, bro stop all that poppin' it (gang) The gang will leave you hanging, nigga stop it (gang, gang, gang) Come on, nigga, we ain't toting little stock clips Thirties and up 'cause all my niggas like them chopsticks We pourin' them fours 'cause we addicted to the swamp piss We getting this money and we ain't worried 'bout no opps bitch Maybelline, no my niggas don't do play with lean Get your ass beat up and robbed for tryna play with me Don't play with me, man, you know that pistol stay with me Exclusive finna get purp up in the Faygo Creme Free The Ruler, I ain't never been no loser nigga Pimp, pimp, pimp, I got your bitch up in the room with trigger Free The Ruler, I ain't never been no loser nigga Pimp, pimp, pimp, I got your bitch up in the room with trigger Percocet for breakfast got me nauseous (oh, my God) Sippin' dirty Wock, hugging a chopstick (mud) Pull off in the drop, I'm tryna drop shit (skrt, skrt, srkt) You poppin' it, now you moving cautious (gang, gang, gang) You poppin' it, bro stop all that poppin' it (gang) The gang will leave you hanging, nigga stop it (gang) You poppin' it, bro stop all that poppin' it (gang) The gang will leave you hanging, nigga stop it (gang, gang, gang) You poppin' it No peace treaty 'round my way, no I ain't squashin' shit If it's on sight, then when I catch you ho I'm dropping shit Talking shit, nigga, that's that shit that get your block hit Know that you ain't really 'bout that nonsense, so stop it On molly, it don't matter what scenario Know I'm faded off the dope 'cause my eyes very low That bitch fuckin' everybody, she do varials Beating up her walls like a new stereo Oh, shit, loud pack smokin' People think I'm crazy, I blow cookies in the open I'm wavy like the ocean, lil' bitch you might drown Sit back and just watch how this shit go down Percocet for breakfast got me nauseous (oh, my God) Sippin' dirty Wock, hugging a chopstick (mud) Pull off in the drop, I'm tryna drop shit (skrt, skrt, srkt) You poppin' it, now you moving cautious (gang, gang, gang) You poppin' it, bro stop all that poppin' it (gang) The gang will leave you hanging, nigga stop it (gang) You poppin' it, bro stop all that poppin' it (gang) The gang will leave you hanging, nigga stop it (gang, gang, gang) 'Gees got the zippers, hundred pack flipper She want to fuck the man, baby girl, I'm that nigga Don't choose her, don't pick her, to the curb I'ma kick her Bro got the blicka, he roll up like a swisher Shoot and won't miss you, I fuck and dismiss her She a stupid bitch, you the type of nigga'll kiss her You be popping shit, bitches get to topping shit I see it, then I want it, then I grab it, and I'm copping it Prepare for the consequence if you plan on robbing me AR with extended clips will separate your body piece Percocet, I'm nauseous, in the trap I'm cautious Diamonds drippin' on my neck, it's running like a faucet Percocet for breakfast got me nauseous (oh, my God) Sippin' dirty Wock, hugging a chopstick (mud) Pull off in the drop, I'm tryna drop shit (skrt, skrt, srkt) You poppin' it, now you moving cautious (gang, gang, gang) You poppin' it, bro stop all that poppin' it (gang) The gang will leave you hanging, nigga stop it (gang) You poppin' it, bro stop all that poppin' it (gang) The gang will leave you hanging, nigga stop it (gang, gang, gang) Break them bricks down and then we wrappin' shit We on some trappin' shit, you rappin' it, but cappin' it I'm sippin' on that shit that's in your cabinets I do you bad, we not the same, my niggas savages Your bitch gon' call my phone, she know I'm havin' shit That pussy real right, you know I'm stabbin' shit If it's money in them plans we gon' establish it Why you hatin' on my niggas, 'cause we cashin' shit I'ma take a nigga bitch, finna blow her back out I'ma send her back to you, she had my dick all in her mouth I fuck bitches off of clout, you pillow talk and run your mouth I'ma send her back to you, she had my dick all in her mouth Percocet for breakfast got me nauseous (oh, my God) Sippin' dirty Wock, hugging a chopstick (mud) Pull off in the drop, I'm tryna drop shit (skrt, skrt, srkt) You poppin' it, now you moving cautious (gang, gang, gang) You poppin' it, bro stop all that poppin' it (gang) The gang will leave you hanging, nigga stop it (gang) You poppin' it, bro stop all that poppin' it (gang) The gang will leave you hanging, nigga stop it (gang, gang, gang)
Writer(s): Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, William Boyette Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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