Poppin' it est une chanson en Anglais
Tell me who you call
When you need some sex now
Know it ain’t me
And that shit got me stressed out
Heard you been poppin yo shit
Oh girl you tryna flex now
Don’t matter to me
Cause that nigga you be wit
Ain’t leaving it stretched out
Single I think I should
Search for serenity
My GPS must be broke
It keep leading me to the Hennessy
She probably thought
I would chase her
But she ain’t no paper
Can’t give her that energy
Spending my nights in the studio
Drugs and these beats
Keep on getting the best of me
Locking in to my zone
Shawty ain’t stopping shit
Im on go
Say you for the streets
And I’m back on road
Shang tsung on bitches
Imma snatch they souls
Niggas stealing swag
It’s attack of the clones
Got me thinking bout the city
Need a trip back home
Got a couple women
Texting on this lil black phone
Know I’m trying hit ‘em
When I’m in that zone
That humble shit
I had enough of it
How you know me
But don’t know my government
In the trenches wit slimes
We be slithering
Don’t be asking me shit
Bout my brethren
When it comes to them checks
We gon run it in
Know the opps don’t want smoke
They be ducking it
Walk the streets with my heater
I’m tucking it
If I run into beef then I’m upping it
Know that I’m upping that heat
If I run to ya baby father
Know he ain’t like what ya told him
Bout spending the night
When you came to condo
You know I don’t care
What he feel
But the strap it’ll peel
If that nigga want problems
Unless you want tatts of a tear
I hope you in his ear
Bout how we can solve it
Cause I can’t leave you alone
Got me in the studio
Singing these songs
Know the shit we doing
Is oh so wrong
But how they gon check us
When we both so grown
Telling you know
The feeling you giving is ecstasy
I don’t want nobody else
Baby just you leaving next to me
So tell me what I gotta do girl
Aye tell me that I can come thru girl
Aye tell me that you in that mood girl
Cause you know I know what to do girl
That humble shit
I had enough of it
How you know me
But don’t know my government
In the trenches wit slimes
We be slithering
Don’t be asking me shit
Bout my brethren
When it comes to them checks
We gon run it in
Know the opps don’t want smoke
They be ducking it
Walk the streets with my heater
I’m tucking it
If I run into beef then I’m upping it