Popp Hunna - Take Off lyrics
[Popp Hunna - Take Off lyrics]
Uh (Eastjack on the track)
(Hunna) Popp came up, he the motherfuckin' man (Yeah)
How the fuck he go like straight to the top?
He was just locked up in the motherfuckin' can (Can)
And the party go down if I step in (FiveSixOne, run that, bruh)
I'ma ball like I'm Scottie Pippen
They be like, "Popp, you so motherfuckin' hot"
If you stand too close then you might catch a tan
Now I can see why it's more than a band
Bro brought a drum and he sayin', "Let's rock"
Uh, I don't fuck with no cop
No red light, man, I won't stop (Yeah, yeah)
Uh, ain't cuffin' no thot
Just want the top, man, I don't want the box (Woah, woah)
Uh, I don't fuck with no opps
Gang tryna kill so we spinnin' they blocks (Brrt)
The shit go left when shit hit the fan
Niggas always talkin' all that shit on the Gram (Ayy)
We gon' pull up to your block in a van
Shit all fun and jokes 'til your man get blammed (Go)
Shed light on your block, man, this a new land
He was acting tough, pulled up, then he ran (Woah)
This how you tell that I'm straight from the gutter
I walk in the spot with a gun in my pants
.223, man, this shit going up
Fah-fah-fah, man, right at your top (Top)
Even if I don't even got me a gun
If I swing first then the gang gon' ride (Woah, woah)
From the North to the South, that's mob ties
Same old gang-gang, squad-squad (Grrah, grrah)
Everybody shoot shit, look out
Now you a pack, you Zaza (Brrt)
Run right down and we takin' your shit
Like a STD, man, you just got burnt
Try to fall back, I'm a rockstar now
I'ma jump in the crowd like Lil Uzi Vert (Yeah, yeah)
Don't try me 'cause you gon' get hurt
Don't run up 'cause you gon' get murked (Woah, woah)
I don't think you wanna be on a shirt
So you better think smart while you on this Earth (Hunna)
I'm off a Addy, ain't poppin' no Percs
Ain't talkin' Rihanna, I'm puttin' in work (Pourin')
(?), gotta keep me a gun
When I'm out the streets, man, I stay on alert (Pourin')
Gimme this head when it freak, when it (?)
Told her, "Suck on that dick and don't get on my nerves"
Please do not get on my nerves
Pop me a Perc' like (?) (Say what? Huh?)
Pop me a Perc' like (?) (Say what? Huh?)
Earned my stripes, I earned (Say what? Like huh?)
Run up on me, get clipped (What you say?)
Run up on me, get burnt (Brrat)
(Hunna) Popp came up, he the motherfuckin' man (Yeah)
How the fuck he go like straight to the top?
He was just locked up in the motherfuckin' can (Can)
And the party go down if I step in (FiveSixOne)
I'ma ball like I'm Scottie Pippen
They be like, "Popp, you so motherfuckin' hot"
If you stand too close then you might catch a tan
Now I can see why it's more than a band
Bro brought a drum and he sayin', "Let's rock"
Uh, I don't fuck with no cop
No red light, man, I won't stop (Yeah, yeah)
Uh, ain't cuffin' no thot
Just want the top, man, I don't want the box (Woah, woah)
Uh, I don't fuck with no opps
Gang tryna kill so we spinnin' they blocks (Brrt)
Hop in the Lambo', take off
.40 gon' take your face off
Hop in the rocket, blast off
Niggas wanna play with us, play ball
I don't see haters, Ray Charles
I'm on the block with a pack in my drawers
Spend me a check when I go to the mall
Pushin' the gas when I run from the law
(Hunna) Popp came up, he the motherfuckin' man (Yeah)
How the fuck he go like straight to the top?
He was just locked up in the motherfuckin' can (Can)
And the party go down if I step in (FiveSixOne, run that, bruh)
I'ma ball like I'm Scottie Pippen
They be like, "Popp, you so motherfuckin' hot"
If you stand too close then you might catch a tan
Now I can see why it's more than a band
Bro brought a drum and he sayin', "Let's rock"
Uh, I don't fuck with no cop
No red light, man, I won't stop (Yeah, yeah)
Uh, ain't cuffin' no thot
Just want the top, man, I don't want the box (Woah, woah)
Uh, I don't fuck with no opps
Gang tryna kill so we spinnin' they blocks (Brrt)
The shit go left when shit hit the fan
Niggas always talkin' all that shit on the Gram (Ayy)
We gon' pull up to your block in a van
Shit all fun and jokes 'til your man get blammed (Go)
Shed light on your block, man, this a new land
He was acting tough, pulled up, then he ran (Woah)
This how you tell that I'm straight from the gutter
I walk in the spot with a gun in my pants
.223, man, this shit going up
Fah-fah-fah, man, right at your top (Top)
Even if I don't even got me a gun
If I swing first then the gang gon' ride (Woah, woah)
From the North to the South, that's mob ties
Same old gang-gang, squad-squad (Grrah, grrah)
Everybody shoot shit, look out
Now you a pack, you Zaza (Brrt)
Run right down and we takin' your shit
Like a STD, man, you just got burnt
Try to fall back, I'm a rockstar now
I'ma jump in the crowd like Lil Uzi Vert (Yeah, yeah)
Don't try me 'cause you gon' get hurt
Don't run up 'cause you gon' get murked (Woah, woah)
I don't think you wanna be on a shirt
So you better think smart while you on this Earth (Hunna)
I'm off a Addy, ain't poppin' no Percs
Ain't talkin' Rihanna, I'm puttin' in work (Pourin')
(?), gotta keep me a gun
When I'm out the streets, man, I stay on alert (Pourin')
Gimme this head when it freak, when it (?)
Told her, "Suck on that dick and don't get on my nerves"
Please do not get on my nerves
Pop me a Perc' like (?) (Say what? Huh?)
Pop me a Perc' like (?) (Say what? Huh?)
Earned my stripes, I earned (Say what? Like huh?)
Run up on me, get clipped (What you say?)
Run up on me, get burnt (Brrat)
(Hunna) Popp came up, he the motherfuckin' man (Yeah)
How the fuck he go like straight to the top?
He was just locked up in the motherfuckin' can (Can)
And the party go down if I step in (FiveSixOne)
I'ma ball like I'm Scottie Pippen
They be like, "Popp, you so motherfuckin' hot"
If you stand too close then you might catch a tan
Now I can see why it's more than a band
Bro brought a drum and he sayin', "Let's rock"
Uh, I don't fuck with no cop
No red light, man, I won't stop (Yeah, yeah)
Uh, ain't cuffin' no thot
Just want the top, man, I don't want the box (Woah, woah)
Uh, I don't fuck with no opps
Gang tryna kill so we spinnin' they blocks (Brrt)
Hop in the Lambo', take off
.40 gon' take your face off
Hop in the rocket, blast off
Niggas wanna play with us, play ball
I don't see haters, Ray Charles
I'm on the block with a pack in my drawers
Spend me a check when I go to the mall
Pushin' the gas when I run from the law