Popp Hunna - Take Off (Remix) (feat. Lil Uzi Vert) lyrics

Uh (Eastjack on the track)

(Hunna) Popp came up
He the motherfuckin' man (Man)
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 (Ah, ah)
They be like, "Popp
You so motherfuckin' hot"
If you stand too close then
You might catch a tan (yeah)
Now I can see why it's more than a band
Bro brought a drum and he sayin'
"Let's rock" (What? What? What? What? What?)
Uh, I don't fuck with no cop
No red light, man, I won't stop
(Skrrt, yeah, yeah)
Uh, ain't cuffin' no thot
Just want the top, man, I don't want the box
(Woah, woah, yeah)
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, go, go)
Shed light on your block, man
This a new land
He was acting tough, pulled up, then he ran
(Popp) this how you tell that I'm
Straight from the gutter
I walk in the spot with a gun in my pants
(Ayy) 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
(Vert, yeah, yeah)

Yeah doors go up 'cause I stay in the Lamb'
(Skrrt) peanut butter seats, bitch
I got it out the jam (Jam, uh huh)
All-white diamonds
I don't even know the clan (Ayy, ayy)
Bitch gave me the top, yeah
She made my tool stand (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Made a million dollars of the
Muhfuckin' all pots and pans
(Ayy, ayy, yeah)
I just made a bitch turn to my thot
(Ayy, ayy, my thot, mm)
Mm, I only gave five bands
(Ayy, ayy, five bands)
Real nigga shit and it's all in the plan
(Ayy, ayy, plan) I was just talkin' to Popp
(Ayy, ayy, to Popp)
Hunnid diamonds on me and they
Wet like the dam (Ayy, ayy)
Rocks on my socks, these Guccis, no Stans
(Ayy, ayy, let's go)
Bugatti cost me one million (Ayy, ayy)
Actually, one point five
Shit, cousin, bro was just in the can (Ayy)
Now our diamonds all speakin' Span'
(Woah, woah)
If you want beef then you'll get dropped
(Get dropped, baow)
Boy, better listen to your mans
(To your mans)
Try to act tough, you a fan (You a fan)
Young mans tryna shake my hands (It's a fact)
When I'm in the mall even got my Glock
(My Glock)
Please, don't get blammed (Frrp, yeah)
I just count me a new ten (yeah, what?)
I feel like I'm Cam (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Alright, I'm goin' ham, yeah (Ayy)
No I don't eat pork, yeah (No, ayy)
Alright, pull up a Porsche, yeah (A Porsche)
I put it right up in sport, yeah (Skrrt)
Drive like a course (A course) , yeah
Freshest of course (Of course) , yeah
Fuck a lil' whore (A whore) , yeah
I'm way on board (On board) , yeah let's go

(Hunna) Popp came up
He the motherfuckin' man (Man)
How the fuck he go like straight to the top?
(Ayy) he was just locked up
In the motherfuckin' can (Ayy, ayy, can)
And the party go down if I step in (Ayy)
I'ma ball like I'm Scottie Pippen
(Ah, ah, ayy) they be like, "Popp
You so motherfuckin' hot" (Ayy)
If you stand too close then
You might catch a tan (Ayy, yeah)
Now I can see why it's more than a band
(What?) bro brought a drum and he sayin'
"Let's rock"
(Let's rock, let's rock, let's rock
Let's rock) uh, I don't fuck with no cop
No red light, man, I won't stop
(yeah, yeah, what?)
Uh, ain't cuffin' no thot
Just want the top, man, I don't want the box
(Woah, woah, want top)
Uh, I don't fuck with no opps
Gang tryna kill so we spinnin' they blocks
(Brrt, baow)

Hop in the Lambo', take off (Skrrt, skrrt)
40 gon' take your face off (Grrt, baow)
Hop in the rocket, blast off
Niggas wanna play with us, play ball
I don't see haters, Ray Charles (O oh)
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
(yeah)
Pushin' the gas when I run from the law
You know that I got that Glock in my drawers
One false move, they knockin' you off, yeah
Ayy I can really tell these boys are soft
I can really do shit on my own