[Popp Hunna & Lil Uzi Vert] (Hunna) Popp came up, he the motherfuckin´ man (Man)
How the fuck he go like straight to the top? He was just locked up in the motherfuckin´ can (Can) And the party go down if I step in (FiveSixOne, run that, bruh) I´ma ball like I´m Scottie Pippen (Ah, ah) They be like, "Popp, you so motherfuckin´ hot" If you stand too close then you might catch a tan (Yeah) Now I can see why it´s more than a band Bro brought a drum and he sayin´, "Let´s rock" (What? What? What? What? What?) Uh, I don´t fuck with no cop No red light, man, I won´t stop (Skrrt, yeah, yeah) Uh, ain´t cuffin´ no thot Just want the top, man, I don´t want the box (Woah, woah, yeah)
Uh, I don´t fuck with no opps Gang tryna kill so we spinnin´ they blocks (Brrt)
[Popp Hunna & Lil Uzi Vert] The shit go left when shit hit the fan Niggas always talkin´ all that shit on the Gram (Ayy) We gon´ pull up to your block in a van Shit all fun and jokes ´til your man get blammed (Go, go, go) Shed light on your block, man, this a new land He was acting tough, pulled up, then he ran (Popp) This how you tell that I´m straight from the gutter I walk in the spot with a gun in my pants (Ayy) .223, man, this shit going up Fah-fah-fah, man, right at your top (Top)
Even if I don´t even got me a gun If I swing first then the gang gon´ ride (Woah, woah) From the North to the South, that´s mob ties Same old gang-gang, squad-squad (Grrah, grrah) Everybody shoot shit, look out Now you a pack, you Zaza (Brrt) Run right down and we takin´ your shit Like a STD, man, you just got burnt Try to fall back, I´m a rockstar now I´ma jump in the crowd like Lil Uzi Vert (Vert, yeah, yeah)
[Lil Uzi Vert] Yeah Doors go up ´cause I stay in the Lamb´ (Skrrt) Peanut butter seats, bitch, I got it out the jam (Jam, uh-huh)
All-white diamonds, I don´t even know the clan (Ayy, ayy) Bitch gave me the top, yeah, she made my tool stand (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Made a million dollars of the muhfuckin´ all pots and pans (Ayy, ayy, yeah) I just made a bitch turn to my thot (Ayy, ayy, my thot, mm) Mm, I only gave five bands (Ayy, ayy, five bands) Real nigga shit and it´s all in the plan (Ayy, ayy, plan) I was just talkin´ to Popp (Ayy, ayy, to Popp) Hunnid diamonds on me and they wet like the dam (Ayy, ayy) Rocks on my socks, these Guccis, no Stans (Ayy, ayy, let´s go) Bugatti cost me one million (Ayy, ayy) Actually, one point five
Shit, cousin, bro was just in the can (Ayy) Now our diamonds all speakin´ Span´ (Woah, woah) If you want beef then you´ll get dropped (Get dropped, baow) Boy, better listen to your mans (To your mans) Try to act tough, you a fan (You a fan) Young mans tryna shake my hands (It´s a fact) When I´m in the mall even got my Glock (My Glock) Please don´t get blammed (Frrp, yeah) I just count me a new ten (Yeah, what?) I feel like I´m Cam (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) Alright, I´m goin´ ham, yeah (Ayy) No I don´t eat pork, yeah (No, ayy) Alright, pull up a Porsche, yeah (A Porsche) I put it right up in sport, yeah (Skrrt) Drive like a course (A course), yeah Freshest of course (Of course), yeah Fuck a lil´ whore (A whore), yeah
I´m way on board (On board), yeah Let´s go
[Popp Hunna, Lil Uzi Vert, Popp Hunna & Lil Uzi Vert] (Hunna) Popp came up, he the motherfuckin´ man (Man) How the fuck he go like straight to the top? (Ayy) He was just locked up in the motherfuckin´ can (Ayy, ayy, can) And the party go down if I step in (Ayy) I´ma ball like I´m Scottie Pippen (Ah, ah, ayy) They be like, "Popp, you so motherfuckin´ hot" (Ayy) If you stand too close then you might catch a tan (Ayy, yeah) Now I can see why it´s more than a band (What?)
Bro brought a drum and he sayin´, "Let´s rock" (Let´s rock, let´s rock, let´s rock, let´s rock) Uh, I don´t fuck with no cop No red light, man, I won´t stop (Yeah, yeah, what?) Uh, ain´t cuffin´ no thot Just want the top, man, I don´t want the box (Woah, woah, want top) Uh, I don´t fuck with no opps Gang tryna kill so we spinnin´ they blocks (Brrt, baow)
[ Popp Hunna & Lil Uzi Vert] Hop in the Lambo´, take off (Skrrt, skrrt) .40 gon´ take your face off (Grrt, baow) Hop in the rocket, blast off Niggas wanna play with us, play ball I don´t see haters, Ray Charles (Ooh)
I´m on the block with a pack in my drawers Spend me a check when I go to the mall Pushin´ the gas when I run from the law (Yeah) Pushin´ the gas when I run from the law You know that I got that Glock in my drawers One false move, they knockin´ you off, yeah, ayy I can really tell these boys are soft I can really do shit on my own