Popping (feat. King Los) - Zev
Written by:Zev Barak Kanter
Yeah yeah
Are you feelin' this one
I'm about to come in this sh*t
And do my thing but then you go
Ahead to come and kill it
Aha yeah yeah yah
Most snatchers just popping my jazz poppin'
And paid no mine just no I go rot
Since I rob with my gobbles
We killing me my girl is my world
Like Ba**an and Robin but we in the real low
We call it blond set him a dog she calls
Me a mud say won't a home
With a sh*t in a slot
A better part is I can hit in the butt
F**kin' a woman so bad as sh*t
No me up so stuck up my cheddar sh*t
She tweaking like she relevant
Seek on the mouth where my medicine
I be as crazy so loco
They think I'm in love with a coco
Try to catch me like a pope
You already know that's a no go
Shady your back with a pen
You cool as a friend but this gonna end
If you not attend you can't see the Benz
Don't let me that I'm make a sense
I wanna landin' pad in a helicopter
Spit in real f**kin' teleprompter
Zev is my name call me Harry Potter
Swinging the wand like a stick and chopper
Two or three like merry proper
And beggin' it dews in juice stack
B**ches be takin' in cool stuffs
And be sure are you if she uses duck
Lit up the vacuum gusto
Light detector in the buccal
You know that I stay on the true stuff
And me and the music that's true love
Catch me in the pop with the homies
Hit in my line like the phone as the bogie
Hit the *** bonnie don't ever show me
See my potential then try to call me
Pull out the paint and canvas
Naturally made and organic
She told me she loved me in Spanish
Her music so hard 'cuz it's damaged
Poppin'
We're poppin' poppin' poppin'
Flippin just like we're shoppin'
My nitty always caught him
That's 'cuz we keep on poppin'
We're poppin' poppin' poppin'
Never come out of pocket
Always the hottest topic
Yeah
Shop it shop it n**ga head off
He run his make cut his leg off
Oh box him in buzz his head off
Switch his place and throw his face off
And we be coughin' hell of proper bricks and hell of collars
Then we throw the brand off
Head to cut the one's in the bag oh
Cut the drags and tops then speed of
Jokey was part of your ego
What you done to the Rago
Cut it only to the Prezzo
F**k your body brother let's go
My home will be poppin' Lego
57 Chevy ain't no guns
Niggers may all shall f**k 'em f**k 'em f**k 'em
Cut them down inside
When I'm done I'll ride on a n**ga if you wanted
Tell 'em to keep it on 'em self
The good sh*t on honey
And you're pretty sh*t upon a punnin' intended to punish n**gas
I'm back like I'm on a track mill
And I'm running n**gas in a circle
And a purple got me faded
So n**gas you keep on getting in the circle got me shaded
For my J hit like Kobe
60 points sh*t you don't know me
I'm a legend
Seven rings
Allegedly it's like heaven sings when I rap
The way I carry on
You could say it I got this thing in the bag
Get it
Carry on I got this thing on the bad
As soon as you blink you got this thing
As soon as you swag
I am the king of f**k
You need to kiss the ring inside
You're best in doing thing on the pack you sucker
My n**gas all f**k you all n**gas find the best
With the f**k you n**gas called is
We got list the hottest artist artist dick
And you b**ch out to where ha hot list
And I go in a whole like harden
Take my part where I go harden to paint
My whole squad in a paint with you n**gas thinking
Poppin' we poppin' poppin' poppin'
Vivaciously like we shoppin'
My neatly mouth is platen
That's 'cause we keep it poppin'
We poppin' poppin' poppin'
Never come out of pocket
Always the hottest topic yeah