Poppin' Off - Vinc The Don

What's poppin'? Brand new whip, just hopped in (Yeah) I got options I could pass that bitch like Stockton (ay) Just joshin' I'ma spend this holiday locked in My body got rid of them toxins (ay) SportsCenter in the top ten I could put the ball in the end zone Put a bad bitch in the friendzone (ooh) This shit sound like an intro Jetson, give me that tempo (ooh) Told Pooh he a fool with this shit Told her don't let her friends know In the 'Ville and I move like a don Eating fettuccine at Vincenzo's What's poppin'? Brand new whip, just hopped in (Yeah) I got options I could pass that bitch like Stockton (ay) Just joshin' I'ma spend this holiday locked in My body got rid of them toxins (ay) SportsCenter in the top ten I could put the ball in the end zone Put a bad bitch in the friendzone (ooh) This shit sound like an intro Jetson, give me that tempo (ooh) Told Pooh he a fool with this shit Told her don't let her friends know In the 'Ville and I move like a don Eating fettuccine at Vincenzo's Me and my 'migos got that free smoke On the West Coast, yeah, I'm talking 'bout pre-rolls Dark haired bitch and she look like Shego (she do) Hometown hero, feeling myself, can't murder my ego She heard of my deep stroke She said, "Babe, does it hurt when I deep throat?" Certified freak hoe Hang around us and she learnin' my lingo Back then, wasn't worried 'bout me though In the gym tryna work on my free throw Goddamn Spending money at the club like Sam's Yes, ma'am She a lil' freak on cam What's poppin'? Brand new whip, just hopped in (Yeah) I got options I could pass that bitch like Stockton (ay) Just joshin' I'ma spend this holiday locked in My body got rid of them toxins (ay) SportsCenter in the top ten I could put the ball in the end zone Put a bad bitch in the friendzone (ooh) This shit sound like an intro Jetson, give me that tempo (ooh) Told Pooh he a fool with this shit Told her don't let her friends know In the 'Ville and I move like a don Eating fettuccine at Vincenzo's That's my type of distraction That's my type, and she's Latin Got my own flow, and I'm 'bout to get a patent Brand-new sheets for the bed, they satin (real soft) Y'all wasn't tuned in back then My swag, they keep jackin' I ain't doin' no verse, quit askin' What's poppin'? Brand new whip, just hopped in (Yeah) I got options I could pass that bitch like Stockton (ay) Just joshin' I'ma spend this holiday locked in My body got rid of them toxins (ay) SportsCenter in the top ten I could put the ball in the end zone Put a bad bitch in the friendzone (ooh) This shit sound like an intro Jetson, give me that tempo (ooh) Told Pooh he a fool with this shit Told her don't let her friends know In the 'Ville and I move like a don Eating fettuccine at Vincenzo's

Thinking of poems of poverty Sitting with a tight clenched wrist, thinking how to gain authority Oh what a soft touch of a boy He'd wander with pride to sell and keep visions to his self Visions to his self We'd talk of treasures, and over-rated games We'd steal the milk bottles, sneaking through the back round Jimmy's way. What we loved most of all, was sitting round the shop, while this poor boy was sitting all alone, Sitting all alone Pondering times of sanctuary He was sitting taking his piano lessons, we were on half an E Invested life in medicine, which isn't the wisest way to go, had so much shit going on. Convinced he'd never win. Convinced he was a sin. We'd speak of women and cheaper carryouts We'd turn up to all the festivals, trying to bring down the touts, What we love the most of all was sittin' at the shop, while this young boy was sittin' all alone, Sittin' all alone We'd talk of treasures and overrated games We'd steal the milk bottles, sneaking through the back round Jimmy's way. What we loved most of all, was hanging round the shop, while this poor boy was sitting all alone, Sittin' all alone He couldn't find none of his own kind, he didn't have none of his own kind You should take interest in his mind, not spend all of his time wastin all his money and his time Thinking of poems of poverty Sitting with a tight clenched wrist, thinking how to gain authority Oh what a soft touch of a don He'd wander with pride to sell and keep visions to his self Visions to his self We'd talk of treasures and overrated games We'd steal the milk bottles, sneaking through the back round Jimmy's way. What we loved most of all, was hanging round the shop, while this poor boy was sitting all alone, Sittin' all alone What we loved most of all was hanging round the shop What we loved most was sitting round the shop What we loved most was standing at the Dryburgh shop, What we loved the most was hanging round the shop while he was all alone

(A-A-Astro got it runnin') What? Huh, yeah, fuck What, what? Yeah Aye, big scope on a nigga, long range Got shit in my drip, gold fangs Shawty known for sucking dick, no name Human torch, I got the fuckin' propane Who that knocking at my fuckin' door man? Fuck it, let them bodies hit the floor then CJ, where the fuck is the dope man? (What?) EA, pass the ball bitch I'm open (fuck) Catfish, we gon' get to exposin' Niggas acting tough, we dumpin', DeRozan Nigga make a little noise, think he chosen You ain't lit, you just having a moment (pussy) Going crazy, where the fuck my opponents? Pussy, frail, and fake make all your components Fourth quarter, now you niggas is choking Spot a leak, swear to god bitch we on it I feel like Diablo (why?) I'ma fill him with hollows In Aventador swervin' them potholes Tryna take everything that you got, hoe Come out and meet me right outside the spot, hoe Need you to go and link bro, it's a plot, hoe When you get in the crib, send the addy So, we can pull up and just take all his guap, hoe We gon run in that bitch like, boom, boom, boom And we ain't gon knock, hoe Like I'm Savage, I need me a lot, hoe (what?) Bitch, you know not to fuck with my Vatos They gon' turn your beloveds to tacos (yeah) Finna chop 'em up, shout out to Gwapo (yeah) 6'7 they tossing a lob, hoe Truthfully, I am all what you not, hoe Feel like Gunna, I made the bitch hot, hoe Play me, no (what?) hate me, no (what?) Play me, no (what?) hate me, no Ruthless when I pull up spittin' like I'm toothless, switch the flow up Niggas still a nuisance, need to grow up Ice baguettes on me, make a nigga throw up Wait, drip check, need to glow up Wait, misstep, nigga hold up Wait, Embiid with the floater Droppin' like 50 every quarter I'm finna murder him, burden' him, fully discourage him Cut off his limbs, grill the opp pack, we burnin' em Niggas always on my dick, I'm concerning them We ain't friendly, on Big Meechie we hurtin' them I'm like fuck that, hop up on my dick, Smith and Wesson we gon' bust that Aim it at his kids, know the demons finna love that DC off the shits, nigga tell me where the club at We finna go columbine that bitch, huh, yeah American Psycho (hi) The Don (what?) Go ahead, repent your wrongs Nigga, you takin' too long Angel Wings, bitch, that's my new Saint Laurent (what?) Crucifixions, we ain't makin' no songs (what?) Eternal doom when you fuck with The Don Pussy, welcome to the Megalodon (bitch) Big scope on a nigga long range Got shit in my drip, gold fangs Shawty known for sucking dick, no name Human torch, I got the fuckin' propane Who that knocking at my fuckin' door man? Fuck it, let the bodies hit the floor then CJ, where the fuck is the dope man? EA, pass the ball bitch, I'm open Catfish, we gon' get to exposin' Niggas acting tough, we dumpin', DeRozan Nigga make a little noise think he chosen You ain't lit, you just having a moment Going crazy, where the fuck my opponents? Pussy, frail, and fake make all your components Fourth quarter, now you niggas is choking Spot a leak, swear to god bitch we on it Pow, pow, pow, pow

Let's go Mario Yeah, yeah, yeah Niggas piped up in this bitch right now (What?) Gang, gang, gang And it's too many opps in this party Lil' bitch, Makaveli my shit, brodie talk, he get hit up (What? What?) Walking with a stick like a blind man, pick up Smoking on exotic make him- huh, make him hiccup Snakes in the grass, I'm a lion, better keep up Why the long face? Make a bitch nigga lift up Shawty got a dome with some lil' ass B cups Acting like a ho, got his motherfucking bitch fucked Big frames on me (What?) Big Range Rover (What?) My shit, own it (Skrrt) He is a poser (Yeah, yeah) Please hit me up when it's over (What?) Fake ass cloner That ain't your shit, you a motherfucking soldier She know I'm a dog, I'm a motherfucking Dober Woke up to the smoke 'cause I hate being sober (Pussy) Blue devil shit, I'm up in Houston, I ball with the Rockets Your bitch on my jimmy, I told her to stop it No bitch, I ain't John, I got hoes in the tropics Not a civilian, I roll like I'm Gotti You slide through my crib, but ya shit looking garbage Young niggas too rich from the streets, we ain't mobbin' Come to Milwaukee, them niggas still robbing (Yeah, gang, gang) With a whole lot of- whole lot of birds in my phone I just went cray in Prada, I'm back in my zone Finesse the pack, put the whole team on Finessed the dope, where the bitch can't go I ain't tryna talk to a minute-maid ho Got Balenciaga shoes, Alexander Wang clothes Give her twenty backshots, I'll finesse your ho (Pussy) I'm a hip-hopper rapper, my C hot Energy turbo, my tool 'bout to spit fire And you're shit, man you a big liar Said you got gas, but this don't get me high, yeah And I'm Michael, call me Myers Got 32's on that bitch, that's some big tires Skrrt through your block, leaving marks on the street fiber Internet gangsters, I never could be cyber Came in this bitch with a MAC-10 I ain't tryna talk, where the fuck the backend? (What?) Run your pockets, niggas finna cash in Make him hee-hee in this bitch, Michael Jackson (Yeah) Glock with a beam, get packed in Cutter to my left, this Milwaulkee assassin My ex be callin', callin', see me ballin', ballin', hit decline and get to laughin' Hit my dougie, get to rapping This the fuckin' second season They know DC finna spaz, neck, wrist, ears froze, niggas still freezing They keep asking if I dropped, I ain't finna drop, bitch, I'm finna blow You can run up if you want, you ain't finna run, bitch, you finna float Stepping on the gas, foe'nem off the Act', you can get yo' ass blowed Walkin' in the pad, who that in the back? ØUTLAW got him by the throat Think I give a fuck 'bout these niggas? He's just another nigga in my scope Lil' bitch, I can't go, and it's too big, bankroll And it's too many opps in this party Lil' bitch, Makaveli my shit, brodie talk, he get hit up (What? What?) Walking with a stick like a blind man, pick up Smoking on exotic make him- huh, make him hiccup Snakes in the grass, I'm a lion, better keep up Why the long face? Make a bitch nigga lift up Shawty got a dome with some lil' ass B cups Acting like a ho, got his motherfucking bitch fucked Big frames on me (What?) Big Range Rover (What?) My shit, own it (Skrrt) He is a poser (Yeah, yeah) Please hit me up when it's over (What?) Fake ass cloner That ain't your shit, you a motherfucking soldier She know I'm a dog, I'm a motherfucking Dober Yeah Yeah, yeah