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Poppin Shit Video (MV)




Performed By: SahBabii
Length: 3:16
Written by: Saaheem Valdery




SahBabii - Poppin Shit Lyrics
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Poppin' shit, poppin' shit (poppin' shit), bitch, we out here poppin' shit
First day I got a gun, I was lookin' for my opps and shit (opps and shit)
Ran up a check, now I call shots like I'm Popovich (Popovich)
If I have to, understand I'ma pop a bitch (bow, bow, bow)
Grab the family bag, bitch, 'cause I want a lot of chips (lot of it)
Hundred thousand in my britches, clips filled with hollow tips (hollow tips)
Turn a nigga to a pack, I can make a lot of zips (a lot of zips)
Yeah, I can make a lot of zips (ooh-ooh, yeah)

(Ooh-ooh) I ain't nice, nigga
(Ooh-ooh) think twice, nigga (ooh)
Murda town, 39th, nigga
You want smoke, I'll get right with ya
All my guns filled with cop killers
I'm still alive, my opps not killers (opps not killers)
Okay, you a killer and I'm a killer (hey)
But my knife bigger
Shoot up your party, I'm a night ender
Thought you was hangin' with killers
Now you got mice with you
Black you out, you need ice with ya
Catch a flight 'cause life's bigger
What you think?
Ridin' in a pink Lamborghini with a mink on, let it sing
F*ck around with me, I'll close your eyes,
But bitch, you never blinked, never blinked

Poppin' shit, poppin' shit (yeah), bitch, we out here poppin' shit
First day I got a gun, I was lookin' for my opps and shit (opps and shit)
Ran up a check, now I call shots like I'm Popovich (Popovich)
If I have to, understand I'ma pop a bitch (bow, bow, bow)
Grab the family bag, bitch, 'cause I want a lot of chips (lot of it)
Hundred thousand in my britches, clips filled with hollow tips (hollow tips)
Turn a nigga to a pack, I can make a lot of zips (a lot of zips)
Yeah, I can make a lot of zips (ooh-ooh)

Foul nigga tried to play (ayy)
Eighth grade, first 9 was a .38 (yeah)
I ain't with that jumpin' shit (shit), no way
Had the strap in the Jansport if a nigga ass try to play, yeah
Turn his block to a waterpark
'Cause you know we slidin' on that shit like it's a waterpark
My bitch got that super soaker, I'm f*ckin' on a waterfall
I'm f*ckin' on a waterfall
These niggas Instagram childish (childish)
If you niggas killers, why the f*ck you still ain't whack me? (Whack me?)
Red dots on they face, look like that boy got acne (acne)
Real nigga tooth grin, I might start robbin' rappers
Shooters up in Canada, I'm f*cking with them Raptors
The way I'm shooting the shit, could've been the number one draft pick (draft)
Son playing basketball, hope that he get drafted (yeah)

Poppin' shit, poppin' shit (poppin' shit), bitch, we out here poppin' shit
First day I got a gun, I was lookin' for my opps and shit (opps and shit)
Ran up a check, now I call shots like I'm Popovich (Popovich)
If I have to, understand I'ma pop a bitch (bow, bow, bow)
Grab the family bag, bitch, 'cause I want a lot of chips (lot of it)
Hundred thousand in my britches, clips filled with hollow tips (hollow tips)
Turn a nigga to a pack, I can make a lot of zips (a lot of zips)
Yeah, I can make a lot of zips (ooh, yeah)
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Poppin' shit, poppin' shit (poppin' shit), bitch, we out here poppin' shit
First day I got a gun, I was lookin' for my opps and shit (opps and shit)
Ran up a check, now I call shots like I'm Popovich (Popovich)
If I have to, understand I'ma pop a bitch (bow, bow, bow)
Grab the family bag, bitch, 'cause I want a lot of chips (lot of it)
Hundred thousand in my britches, clips filled with hollow tips (hollow tips)
Turn a nigga to a pack, I can make a lot of zips (a lot of zips)
Yeah, I can make a lot of zips (ooh-ooh, yeah)

(Ooh-ooh) I ain't nice, nigga
(Ooh-ooh) think twice, nigga (ooh)
Murda town, 39th, nigga
You want smoke, I'll get right with ya
All my guns filled with cop killers
I'm still alive, my opps not killers (opps not killers)
Okay, you a killer and I'm a killer (hey)
But my knife bigger
Shoot up your party, I'm a night ender
Thought you was hangin' with killers
Now you got mice with you
Black you out, you need ice with ya
Catch a flight 'cause life's bigger
What you think?
Ridin' in a pink Lamborghini with a mink on, let it sing
F*ck around with me, I'll close your eyes,
But bitch, you never blinked, never blinked

Poppin' shit, poppin' shit (yeah), bitch, we out here poppin' shit
First day I got a gun, I was lookin' for my opps and shit (opps and shit)
Ran up a check, now I call shots like I'm Popovich (Popovich)
If I have to, understand I'ma pop a bitch (bow, bow, bow)
Grab the family bag, bitch, 'cause I want a lot of chips (lot of it)
Hundred thousand in my britches, clips filled with hollow tips (hollow tips)
Turn a nigga to a pack, I can make a lot of zips (a lot of zips)
Yeah, I can make a lot of zips (ooh-ooh)

Foul nigga tried to play (ayy)
Eighth grade, first 9 was a .38 (yeah)
I ain't with that jumpin' shit (shit), no way
Had the strap in the Jansport if a nigga ass try to play, yeah
Turn his block to a waterpark
'Cause you know we slidin' on that shit like it's a waterpark
My bitch got that super soaker, I'm f*ckin' on a waterfall
I'm f*ckin' on a waterfall
These niggas Instagram childish (childish)
If you niggas killers, why the f*ck you still ain't whack me? (Whack me?)
Red dots on they face, look like that boy got acne (acne)
Real nigga tooth grin, I might start robbin' rappers
Shooters up in Canada, I'm f*cking with them Raptors
The way I'm shooting the shit, could've been the number one draft pick (draft)
Son playing basketball, hope that he get drafted (yeah)

Poppin' shit, poppin' shit (poppin' shit), bitch, we out here poppin' shit
First day I got a gun, I was lookin' for my opps and shit (opps and shit)
Ran up a check, now I call shots like I'm Popovich (Popovich)
If I have to, understand I'ma pop a bitch (bow, bow, bow)
Grab the family bag, bitch, 'cause I want a lot of chips (lot of it)
Hundred thousand in my britches, clips filled with hollow tips (hollow tips)
Turn a nigga to a pack, I can make a lot of zips (a lot of zips)
Yeah, I can make a lot of zips (ooh, yeah)
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Writer: Saaheem Valdery
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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