Lil PJ and Fredo Bang - Big Poppin

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh
Can't say too much but we got switches, I'm bleeding (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, on God (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Real bottom boy for life
Niggas know I be trippin' (yeah)

I'm up out the city before ever rapping
Never learned in school, streets taught my lessons
Jumped in led first and I caught me some blessings
Only count full, why would I be stressing?
No cash, swipe with the Visa (with the Visa)
For the family, yeah, they the reason (yeah, they the reason)
Pipe it up one time my season (pipe it up one time my season)
Can't say too much, but got switches, I'm bleeding (shh)

My lil' LA vibe she say it's crazy
London vibe says it's brazy
You won't catch me at no club unless the promoters come pay me
On the phone with my Baltimore vibe, yes, her name Raven
Bitch, we young and turnt, no I can't call my bitch no old lady
Drugs, codeine in my body
Drugs, Adderall in my body
Penthouse too full, hit the lobby
Might just throw on my mask get out my body (yeah)
Bro, they ain't got no sense, we might just get to robbing
Private jet taking yo' bitch, I'm big popping
Bitch, I'm big popping
Private jet taking yo' bitch, I'm big popping
Bitch, I'm big popping
Private jet taking yo' bitch, I'm big popping (yeah, yeah)

I'm popping (yeah)
Singer step out take, gotta keep the tool
Bipolar, gotta take the Adderall to fix my mood
Uh, never leave a bitch with a wagon
Green Bay, bitch, I'm baggin'
I can make you a star like Dallas
I'm stretching that shit like Mr. Fantastic
Pour up that color, if it ain't my money that ain't none of my business (yeah, yeah)
Ain't cuffing no slut, she ain't for me she just my rental (mhm)
You calling her phone I don't know if these bitches taking these interest
Told a bitch cuff her nigga, he don't want no tension (yeah, yeah, yeah)
He could be coming up missing
I'm poppin' I get what I choose
If it's smoke then I'm popping your dude
She want my love but I ain't fool
Thirsty lil' bitch trying to suck my juice
All these diamonds on me, I can make the nighttime look like noon
Hit it from the back, this bitch a creamer
Got her white like my tooth (yeah)

She come to me with all problems like, "Baby don't cry"
I never got why people hate, I wonder why (why? Why?)
Oh, I wonder why (why?)
Niggas know I be trippin'

My lil' LA vibe she say it's crazy
London vibe says it's brazy
You won't catch me at no club unless the promoters come pay me
On the phone with my Baltimore vibe, yes, her name Raven
Bitch, we young and turnt, no I can't call my bitch no old lady
Drugs, codeine in my body
Drugs, Adderall in my body
Penthouse too full, hit the lobby
Might just throw on my mask get out my body (yeah)
Bro, they ain't got no sense, we might just get to robbing
Private jet taking yo' bitch, I'm big popping

Written by:
Fredrick Givens, Ian Lewia, princeton jamal blalark

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