Poppin (Remix) - Intellectual

[Pre-Chorus: KSI]

Money be dripping like water

Tap in, I want it, I get it (Gang, gang)

I got my money in line with the queen

Royalty making the credit (Credit)

I gotta spend a lot

Five figure when I pull the trigger, window shopping (Yeah)

If it look good on the neck or the wrist

Pop out the black and then cop it

[Chorus: Smokepurpp, Crypt]

These niggas' hating, I'm poppin' (Yeah)

Rock out with the Draco, I'm rocking (Purpp)

I signed a deal and then put up a song

And yeah, bitch, I took off like a rocket (Woo)

I spent two hundred on watches

I got the sauce, so they watching (Yeah)

I got two Glocks and they both come with beam

Yeah, bitch, you know how I'm rocking (Yo, yo)

[Verse: Crypt]

P-O-double-P, I-N

Poppin' off tops with the style I rhyme in

That means bras and noggins, jaws are dropping

You're in awe but your girl is slobbing

Double entendres, I'm full of them

I'm red hot off the top like JJ's twin

I'm in the Lion's Den with some tigers and

I'll feed you to them like Carol Baskin did

But I'm not your average Joe- my flow's exotic and hot

Stop, drop, and roll

I guess that's why my streams do steam a lot, I'm poppin'

Lay down the hammer, man- I'm armed to the teeth

Like I'm brushing with baking soda, what I spit is so clean (Cha-ching!)

They call me corny 'cause they know I'm poppin'

I'ma serve it to 'em and they'll eat it up

Like Redenbachear, just throw on your salt

And I'll promise, it'll make it sweet as fuck

I'm dropping hits after hits after hits like a slugger

It's a gift, getting clicks, but I'm Crypt, here's another

I'm a poppin' motherfucker, rapping is my bread and butter

Snagging this cream and this cheese every single time that I utter

Bitch, I'm poppin' like a collar when I walk in the parlor

You got a problem?

The revolver solves it all, all involved get slaughtered off

And then I'll move on to the next topic, I'm nauseous

So sick- (*cough, cough, cough*), coughin'

Get a cough drop 'fore I drop you in a coffin

If you thinkin' that I didn't kill this, that's nonsense

I guess I gotta spell it out that I'm poppin'

I'm potentially positioning myself

At the pinnacle with this pen that I prevail

Omnipotent with obvious intent to overwhelm

It's obvious this is over your head, but I catch it like Odell

When I pitch this perfect penmanship, I'm picked by those to win this shit

No need to play or pencil in, don't you pick up a pen again

I'm pickin' off all these people, I pity cause all of them feeble

Planning how I'm winning, you just pissing in the wind

Inciting all of this violence as I'm in a sense of Zen

Igniting a fire inside is where this innocence ends

You a no-good, no bar, no name, so fake

With a notepad that has no word play

I'm blessed with skill, but still some people have a hard time admitting

But I'm done with this verse, and you still tryna figure it out what I spelled in the beginning

It's Crypt!