Popp Hunna – Take Off Lyrics

(Eastjack on the track)
Popp came up, he the m************ man
How the f*** he go like straight to the top?
He was just locked up in the m************ 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 m************ 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 saying let’s rock
Uh, I don’t f*** with no cop
No red light, man, I won’t stop
Uh, ain’t cuffing no thot
Just want the top, man, I don’t want the box
Uh, I don’t f*** with no opps
Gang tryna kill so we spinning they blocks

The s*** go left when s*** hit the fan
N***** always talking all that s*** on the Gram
We gon’ pull up to your block in a van
S*** all fun and jokes ’til your man get blammed
Shed light on your block, man, this a new land
He was acting tough, pulled up, then he ran
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 s*** going up
Fah-fah-fah, man, right at your top
Even if I don’t even got me a gun
If I swing first then the gang gon’ ride
From the North to the South, that’s my ties
Same old gang-gang, squad-squad
Everybody shoot s***, [?]
Now you a pack, you Zaza
Run right down and we taking your s***
Like a STD, man, you just got burnt
Tryna fall back, I’m a rockstar now
I’ma jump in the crowd like Lil Uzi Vert
Don’t try me ’cause you gon’ get hurt
Don’t run up ’cause you gon’ get murked
I don’t think you wanna be on a shirt
So you better think smart, why you on this Earth?
I’m off an Addy, ain’t popping no Percs
Ain’t talking Rihanna, I’m putting in work
[?] gotta keep me a gun when I’m out the streets, man, I stay on alert
[?] told her s*** on that d*** and don’t get on my nerves
Please do not get on my nerves
Pop me a Perc’ like [?]
Pop me a Perc’ like [?]
Earned my stripes, I earned
Run up on me, get clipped (What you say?)
Run up on me, get burnt (Bah)

Popp came up, he the m************ man
How the f*** he go like straight to the top?
He was just locked up in the m************ 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 m************ 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 saying let’s rock
Uh, I don’t f*** with no cop
No red light, man, I won’t stop
Uh, ain’t cuffing no thot
Just want the top, man, I don’t want the box
Uh, I don’t f*** with no opps
Gang tryna kill so we spinning they blocks

Hop in the Lambo, take off
.40 gon’ take your face off
Hop in the rocket, blast off
N***** wanna play with us, play ball
I don’t see haters, Ray Charles
I’m on the block with a [?]
Spend me a check when I go to the mall
Pushing the gas when I run from the law