Flight – Off Poppin’ Gone Lyrics

Yeah
Poppin’ off, poppin’ off
(HT made the wave)
FTC, come on

Say b****, I’m poppin’ off
From the windows to the walls
‘Til the sweat drop down my balls
They not tryna see me ball
I’m standing ten feet tall
They want me dead and gone
I think you better move on
‘Cause b****, I’m poppin’ off

Tear it off, b****, let me see that a** naked (See that a** naked)
F*** her from the back ’til her legs start shakin’ (Start shakin’)
I ain’t finna eat s*** out ’cause that s*** be stankin’ (Be stankin’)
Snatch a n**** b****, give a f*** if she taken
Finna take off, lil’ n****, like a motherfuckin’ rocket (Motherfuckin’ rocket)
Tryna imitate a n****, better motherfuckin’ stop it
F***** her from the back, b**** talkin’ ’bout she nauseas (Yeah, yeah)
Cookies got me higher than a long neck ostrich
Hold it, hold it, n****, I’ve been really rockin’ Polo (Uh)
B**** ride the d*** like a motherfuckin’ solo (Skrrt)
N**** with a bad b****
Slim thick, ratchet (Slim thick, ratchet)
How the f*** that work, lil’ n****? You be chattin’ (You be chattin’)
N***** think I’m talkin’ s***, this the beginning (This the beginning)
Link up with your b****, if she with it, then she winnin’
B****, I’m countin’ chicken
B****, I’m on a mission
Puffin’ on this wood, got it f*****’ up my vision

Say b****, I’m poppin’ off
From the windows to the walls
‘Til the sweat drop down my balls
They not tryna see me ball
I’m standing ten feet tall
They want me dead and gone
I think you better move on
‘Cause b****, I’m poppin’ off

I’m off my grind, so you know I’m finna shine (Know I’m finna shine)
I don’t chase nothin’ else but them dollar signs (But them dollar signs)
Baby, I know that you wanna be mine (Wanna be mine)
But I’m a big baller, cannot waste no time
N****, this a G Wagon, this ain’t a Rover (Vroom)
FTC really ’bout to take over
Smokin’ on gas ’cause I’m a stoner
I make the paper, you make the turnover
Know y’all want the hot s***, call me Nike, do it (Do it)
I’m the trendin’ topic, it ain’t really nothin’ to it (Uh)
Hearin’ what they got, but I never see ’em shoot it
Claimin’ you’s a drug dealer, n****, who you foolin’?
See you smoke the pot, but I never see you move it (Nah)
F*****’ on this b****, then I’m clear how I’m move it (How I’m move)
Throw that a** back, go and show them how you do it (How you do it)
F*** you singin’ for? Come on, get on with the movement

Say b****, I’m poppin’ off
From the windows to the walls
‘Til the sweat drop down my balls
They not tryna see me ball
I’m standing ten feet tall
They want me dead and gone
I think you better move on
‘Cause b****, I’m poppin’ off

From the win—, from the windows to the walls (To the walls, to the walls, to the walls)
From the win—, from the win—, from the windows to the walls (To the walls, to the walls, to the walls)