Flight
Off Poppin’ Gone
[Intro]
Yeah
Poppin' off, poppin’ off
(HT made the wave)
FTC, come on

[Chorus]
Say bitch, I'm poppin' off
From the windows to the walls
’Til the sweat drop down my balls
They not tryna see me ball
I'm standing ten feet tall
They want me dead and gone
I think you better move on
'Cause bitch, I'm poppin' off

[Verse 1]
Tear it off, bitch, let me see that ass naked (See that ass naked)
Fuck her from the back 'til her legs start shakin' (Start shakin')
I ain’t finna eat shit out ’cause that shit be stankin' (Be stankin’)
Snatch a n***a bitch, give a fuck if she taken
Finna take off, lil' n***a, like a motherfuckin' rocket (Motherfuckin' rocket)
Tryna imitate a n***a, better motherfuckin’ stop it
Fucked her from the back, bitch talkin' 'bout she nauseas (Yeah, yeah)
Cookies got me higher than a long neck ostrich
Hold it, hold it, n***a, I've been really rockin' Polo (Uh)
Bitch ride the dick like a motherfuckin' solo (Skrrt)
N***a with a bad bitch
Slim thick, ratchet (Slim thick, ratchet)
How the fuck that work, lil' n***a? You be chattin' (You be chattin')
N***as think I'm talkin' shit, this the beginning (This the beginning)
Link up with your bitch, if she with it, then she winnin'
Bitch, I'm countin' chicken
Bitch, I'm on a mission
Puffin' on this wood, got it fuckin' up my vision
[Chorus]
Say bitch, I'm poppin' off
From the windows to the walls
'Til the sweat drop down my balls
They not tryna see me ball
I'm standing ten feet tall
They want me dead and gone
I think you better move on
'Cause bitch, I'm poppin' off

[Verse 2]
I'm off my grind, so you know I'm finna shine (Know I'm finna shine)
I don't chase nothin' else but them dollar signs (But them dollar signs)
Baby, I know that you wanna be mine (Wanna be mine)
But I'm a big baller, cannot waste no time
N***a, this a G Wagon, this ain't a Rover (Vroom)
FTC really 'bout to take over
Smokin' on gas 'cause I'm a stoner
I make the paper, you make the turnover
Know y'all want the hot shit, call me Nike, do it (Do it)
I'm the trendin' topic, it ain't really nothin' to it (Uh)
Hearin' what they got, but I never see 'em shoot it
Claimin' you's a drug dealer, n***a, who you foolin'?
See you smoke the pot, but I never see you move it (Nah)
Fuckin' on this bitch, then I'm clear how I'm move it (How I'm move)
Throw that ass back, go and show them how you do it (How you do it)
Fuck you singin' for? Come on, get on with the movement
[Chorus]
Say bitch, I'm poppin' off
From the windows to the walls
'Til the sweat drop down my balls
They not tryna see me ball
I'm standing ten feet tall
They want me dead and gone
I think you better move on
'Cause bitch, I'm poppin' off

[Outro]
From the win—, from the windows to the walls (To the walls, to the walls, to the walls)
From the win—, from the win—, from the windows to the walls (To the walls, to the walls, to the walls)