Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Don crank it
Say what
Crank that shit
Okay yeah, yeah
Got you
Yeah
Yeah
Talk to the wrist and it talk back
Off-white drip, whip is all black
You wanna ride beside me
I got the vibe, it's high key
I might just slide tonight
I might just climb to heights unseen
I think the time is right
I know why you hate bih
You know what I make bih
I got all these stacks of cash
I cut it like steak bitch
My ice like the arctic
The drip make a lake bitch
If you talking cash
You talking my language
My girl got an ass
And she knows where to place it
I'm tryna snap, never look back
Until I'm your favorite
Either way we're going to the top (oh yeah!)
On a flight to the moon nonstop
I might even Pop Off!
I've been out here looking at the vision
Couldn't f*ck it up with my precision
Might just f*ck around and cop a misses
But listen: it's back to the business
I run this like fitness, you get it like
Whoa
You can't stop the flow
We've been icy cold
My homies all dress like Jov
We dripping from head to toe
I couldn't get out my zone if I wanted
Baby if you got it you should flaunt it
What I said last night
Pissed your man off right
But you know I mean it
Kinda had him heated
Now you text me back
You don't know where he's at
Yeah I know you're fiending
Yeah I got the meaning
Drip drip
Better get your bitch, bitch
Ice on my wrist wrist
Looking like it's Christmas
She sent me her wishlist
He sent me a hitlist
Got a lot of business
That I gotta finish
Okay
Come and step into my office
I got drip like faucet
I've been looking at the profits
Losing's never been an option
And they mad, they mad, they mad
My baby's bad, she's bad, she's bad
I gotta laugh while looking back
All that I have I had to grab
And I don't really like to flex (no!)
I like staying silent and speaking to my checks
I know why you hate bih
You know what I make bih
I got all these stacks of cash
I cut it like steak bitch
My ice like the arctic
The drip make a lake bitch
If you talking cash
You talking my language
My girl got an ass
And she knows where to place it
I'm tryna snap, never look back
Until I'm your favorite
Either way we're going to the top (oh yeah!)
On a flight to the moon nonstop
I might even Pop Off!
Pop Off (feat. Dante Lee) Video (MV)
Performed By: Sterling Floyd
Language: English
Length: 3:15
Written by: Donovan Taylor, Sterling Miller
Sterling Floyd - Pop Off (feat. Dante Lee) Lyrics
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Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Don crank it
Say what
Crank that shit
Okay yeah, yeah
Got you
Yeah
Yeah
Talk to the wrist and it talk back
Off-white drip, whip is all black
You wanna ride beside me
I got the vibe, it's high key
I might just slide tonight
I might just climb to heights unseen
I think the time is right
I know why you hate bih
You know what I make bih
I got all these stacks of cash
I cut it like steak bitch
My ice like the arctic
The drip make a lake bitch
If you talking cash
You talking my language
My girl got an ass
And she knows where to place it
I'm tryna snap, never look back
Until I'm your favorite
Either way we're going to the top (oh yeah!)
On a flight to the moon nonstop
I might even Pop Off!
I've been out here looking at the vision
Couldn't f*ck it up with my precision
Might just f*ck around and cop a misses
But listen: it's back to the business
I run this like fitness, you get it like
Whoa
You can't stop the flow
We've been icy cold
My homies all dress like Jov
We dripping from head to toe
I couldn't get out my zone if I wanted
Baby if you got it you should flaunt it
What I said last night
Pissed your man off right
But you know I mean it
Kinda had him heated
Now you text me back
You don't know where he's at
Yeah I know you're fiending
Yeah I got the meaning
Drip drip
Better get your bitch, bitch
Ice on my wrist wrist
Looking like it's Christmas
She sent me her wishlist
He sent me a hitlist
Got a lot of business
That I gotta finish
Okay
Come and step into my office
I got drip like faucet
I've been looking at the profits
Losing's never been an option
And they mad, they mad, they mad
My baby's bad, she's bad, she's bad
I gotta laugh while looking back
All that I have I had to grab
And I don't really like to flex (no!)
I like staying silent and speaking to my checks
I know why you hate bih
You know what I make bih
I got all these stacks of cash
I cut it like steak bitch
My ice like the arctic
The drip make a lake bitch
If you talking cash
You talking my language
My girl got an ass
And she knows where to place it
I'm tryna snap, never look back
Until I'm your favorite
Either way we're going to the top (oh yeah!)
On a flight to the moon nonstop
I might even Pop Off!
Yeah
Yeah
Don crank it
Say what
Crank that shit
Okay yeah, yeah
Got you
Yeah
Yeah
Talk to the wrist and it talk back
Off-white drip, whip is all black
You wanna ride beside me
I got the vibe, it's high key
I might just slide tonight
I might just climb to heights unseen
I think the time is right
I know why you hate bih
You know what I make bih
I got all these stacks of cash
I cut it like steak bitch
My ice like the arctic
The drip make a lake bitch
If you talking cash
You talking my language
My girl got an ass
And she knows where to place it
I'm tryna snap, never look back
Until I'm your favorite
Either way we're going to the top (oh yeah!)
On a flight to the moon nonstop
I might even Pop Off!
I've been out here looking at the vision
Couldn't f*ck it up with my precision
Might just f*ck around and cop a misses
But listen: it's back to the business
I run this like fitness, you get it like
Whoa
You can't stop the flow
We've been icy cold
My homies all dress like Jov
We dripping from head to toe
I couldn't get out my zone if I wanted
Baby if you got it you should flaunt it
What I said last night
Pissed your man off right
But you know I mean it
Kinda had him heated
Now you text me back
You don't know where he's at
Yeah I know you're fiending
Yeah I got the meaning
Drip drip
Better get your bitch, bitch
Ice on my wrist wrist
Looking like it's Christmas
She sent me her wishlist
He sent me a hitlist
Got a lot of business
That I gotta finish
Okay
Come and step into my office
I got drip like faucet
I've been looking at the profits
Losing's never been an option
And they mad, they mad, they mad
My baby's bad, she's bad, she's bad
I gotta laugh while looking back
All that I have I had to grab
And I don't really like to flex (no!)
I like staying silent and speaking to my checks
I know why you hate bih
You know what I make bih
I got all these stacks of cash
I cut it like steak bitch
My ice like the arctic
The drip make a lake bitch
If you talking cash
You talking my language
My girl got an ass
And she knows where to place it
I'm tryna snap, never look back
Until I'm your favorite
Either way we're going to the top (oh yeah!)
On a flight to the moon nonstop
I might even Pop Off!
Writer: Donovan Taylor, Sterling Miller
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid