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internet od - poppin-it-off lyrics

[verse 1]
you better note it down, p+ssy, i’m the man (i’m the man)
all my gang is rеady for the war, this afghanistan (brrrah!)
suit up and we grab our f+ckin’ choppa, like thе taliban (grrr! baow!)
lookin’ real wicked with the armor on the van (armor on the van)
feel like call of duty with no recoil, steady hands (steady hands)
i rock all the fendi, you try flexin’ your lil vans (your lil vans)
put your ass to sleep like you just popped 30 xans (pop it up)
imma pop up with the gang, f+ckin’ (trxple7)
count up big bucks, f+ck those itty bitty bands (itty bitty bands)
any show i pull up to, i got the sold out stands (yeah, yeah)
pull up to your block and make that b+tch look like iran (brrr! baow)
moshpit, might just jump in, f+ck it, man (f+ck it, man)

[chorus]
me and my brotha, we poppin’ it off (poppin’ it off)
i keep a 30 inside my lil jacket from neimans, i keep all the shots (keep all the shots)
know that when sh+t get dirty, i’ll pull up with a sawed off (sawed off)
knock his f+ckin’ socks off, choppa bite like lockjaw, pop him then we drive off (lockjaw, brr! baow)
when i perform, all my crowds look like a rolex, with the hands (woah)
f+ck these p+ssies, they gon’ shut the f+ck up when the man start flowin’ (flowin’)
that b+tch give good brain like she’s f+ckin’ all knowin’ (all knowin’)
vvs the diamonds, they don’t shine, these b+tches glowin’ (glowin’)
[verse 2]
smokin’ the dro, this sh+t’s not medicinal (no no)
hit up his head, his condition is critical (uh+huh)
look down the sights but the glock got a reticle (uh+huh)
aim at his noggin, hit him in his temples (baow!)
that guy’s a d+ck so we shot at his t+st+cl+s (huh)
whip is legit, i don’t need no rentals (no)
walk up on his guys and we hit ’em, no stencil (huh)
fill ’em with lead like an artist with pencils
i got way too rich so i put some diamonds on my dental (on my dental)
only think about the big bands, i got money on my mental (money on my mental)
like a beyblade, imma f+ckin’ whip it ’round (whip iit round)
if his b+tch ass outside, imma whip it out (whip it out)
brand new maybach coupe up on the driveway, swerve it off the lot (zoom!)
time is money so you know i drop my racks a lot (drop that sh+t)
like a f+ckin’ tank, a 6+wheel benz for my f+ckin’ squad
hangin’ out the window, goin’ brr! till you f+ckin’ drop (brrrraow!)

- internet od lyrics

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