Testo Poppin - Big Scarr
Testo della canzone Poppin (Big Scarr), tratta dall'album Big Grim Reaper
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
Credits
Writer(s): Alexander Woods, Krishon O'brien Gaines
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