[Chorus]
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 n***a 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)

[Verse 1]
(Ooh-ooh) I ain't nice, n***a
(Ooh-ooh) Think twice, n***a (Ooh)
Murda Town 39th, n***a
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
Than you think
Ridin' in a pink Lamborghini with a mink on
Let that sink
Fuck around with me, I'll close your eyes for good, you'll never blink (Never blink)
[Chorus]
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 n***a to a pack, I can make a lot of zips (A lot of zips)
Yeah, I can make a lot of zips (Ooh-ooh)

[Verse 2]
Couple n***as tried to play (Okay)
Eighth grade, first gun was a .38
I ain't with that jumpin' shit (Shit), no way
Had the strap in the Jansport if a n***a ass tried to play, yeah
Turn his block to a waterpark
What you know? We slidin' on that shit like it's a waterpark
My bitch got that super soaker, I'm fuckin' on a waterfall
I'm fuckin' on a waterfall
These n***as Instagram chatty (Chatty)
If you n***as killers, why the fuck you still ain't whack me? (Whack me?)
Red dots on they face, look like that boy got acne (Acne)
These n***as too green, I might start robbin' rappers
Shooters up in Canada, I'm fucking with them Raptors
The way I'm shooting shit, could've been the number one draft pick (Draft)
My son playing basketball, I hope that he get drafted (Yeah)
[Chorus]
Poppin' shit, poppin' shit (Poppin' shit), bitch, we out here poppin' shit (Ooh)
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 n***a 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)