Take Off - Popp Hunna

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