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yungvib3 – popped off lyrics

i’m ballin up gotta get my hops on
the way i be moving i got the talks on
and you already know
cuz i’m about to pop off

about to get in the game knock your socks off
had to break past had to break the locks off
i’ll be in your ear the way your mouth be getting when yall be eating them pop rocks
waiting in your room for my next track like you at toaster waiting for your pop tart
rollin like i’m 5 at the store and i’m riding up with my mom in the shop cart

i stick in your feelings with my words call me lockhart
hard to forget and you’re not smart
i’d rather be by myself, save money live better
i’m living like i’m walmart

so don’t play with me
i play for keeps
broke my heart but got souls to reach
if you got nothing left up to pay to me
you are nothing more than a grain to me
i’m c+cky but humble to say the least
i pray to my one god so don’t you pray to me
it’s that type of thing that you hate to see
be the big man, own up, grow some meat
i do this wholesomely like it’s supposed to be
put your glasses on so you’re not opposed to see
whirlwind coming cuz this a hot track
but you always being so cold to me
i’m ballin up gotta get my hops on
the way i be moving i got the talks on
the way i be sneaking up behind you
cuz i’m about to pop off
balling up and getting every shot off
once i start to clock in i never to clock off
every single song a hit and i ain’t lil uzi but you can call me a rockstar
about to set your house on fire with this song like i’m a tower with a 5g hotspot
ridin on this beat like it’s newton’s first law which means i cannot stop

now i must say this is a hot start
i’m about to wrap sh+t up like a wonton
this not my year by a long shot
this my decade i will not drop

my bars like drizzy i got em saying yumm like it’s red robin
call me d+ck grayson, i’m batman and the best robin
i’m the type to k!ll you then buy you the best coffin
we going nascar full speed and we ain’t stopping
if that sh+t ain’t new then best guess we ain’t copping
i keep my ideas on me and some of yall are pick pockets
screw cheap whips i need a big rocket
that ain’t the fbi outside that’s the fans knocking
i know i’m good don’t need to hear the fans talking

i’m ballin up gotta get my hops on
the way i be moving i got the talks on
the way i be sneaking up behind you
cuz i’m about to pop off
about to get in the game knock your socks off
had to get past and yk i broke the locks off
i’ll be in your ear the way your mouth be getting when yall be eating them pop rocks
waiting in your room for my next track like you at toaster waiting for your pop tart
rollin like i’m 5 at the store and i’m riding up with my mom in the shop cart

- yungvib3 lyrics

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