Date 2022-01-18
Category Foreign Music Download, Lyrics, Music Video, New Music
Watch the music video for Popp Hunna’s “Back It Up” track. Listen to the new song produced by Rio Leyva, Lambda, 1adaaaan, Yetii & Ayf. Stream, read the lyrics, buy, mp3 download.
Popp Hunna Back It Up
Philadelphia-raised rapper Popp Hunna is starting off the new year by releasing some new music, coming through with a music video for “Back It Up.”
Following the release of “Adderall (Corvette Corvette),” Popp Hunna seemed to establish himself as one of hip-hop’s most exciting young talents, going viral on TikTok and earning a co-sign from fellow Philadelphian Lil Uzi Vert. However, after paperwork surfaced from Popp’s childhood, which showed that he allegedly communicated with the cops after witnessing a murder when he was a kid, Uzi disavowed the rising star, publicly asking for his feature verses to be removed from his album. Snitching allegations have effectively halted Popp’s rise but he’s trying to look past the drama, releasing his new single “Back It Up” last week.
The song follows in a similar vein as “Corvette Corvette,” including a repetitive, uninspired chorus where Popp repeats, “Back it up, back it up, back it up.”
Popp Hunna – Back It Up (prod. Rio Leyva, Lambda, 1adaaaan, Yetii & Ayf)
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Lyrics
[Intro]
(My boy Yetii just had to take that dub)
Buss out the trap door, I got my mask on, duckin’ the paparazzi
(What are you cooking, adan?)
(Rio)
Hop out the Corvette, that was my old swag, now I like Maseratis
(Ayf)
Sex every day, it’s a hobby
Which one of y’all gon’ top me?
I’ma run it up, I promise
If I go broke, it’s a robbery
Hunna, bah
[Verse 1]
Whole lotta cash, it’s waitin’ on me
Nigga my pockets obese, mm (Nigga my pockets obese)
I gotta watch for the way that I’m walkin’
Just so my shoes don’t crease, mm (Just so my shoes don’t crease)
Anybody had a problem with me, ain’t really want problems with me (Ain’t really want problems with me)
Anybody who done said it’s on sight, somehow many are deceased (Yeah)
Too many folks, I got too many hoes, I got so many opps, ain’t trip with the poles (Trip with the poles)
Too many brothers, I got too many sauce, I done heat up the summer and I’m ice cold
I’m on a high, ain’t goin’ back low
Car go fast, won’t drive it slow (Won’t drive it slow)
Watch go “Brr” and it feel like snow (Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
Gun go “Boom”, tryna take out blow (Woah-woah, woah-woah)
And I still wouldn’t miss, can’t take me out (Uh-huh)
Block my way, I’ma find a new route (I’ma find it, yeah)
Nigga wastin’ time in a thot bitch DM, she in the kitchen, butt naked in my house
All the shit that you said it ain’t addin’ up (Uh-huh)
I’ma pop my shit, they ain’t mad enough (I’ma pop)
And me and you not the same, I talk like that ’cause I know I can back it up (Back)
[Chorus]
Back it up, back it up (Yeah)
Back it up, back it up, yeah (Woah-woah)
Back it up, back it up (Yeah)
Back it up, back it up (Woah)
Back it up, back it up (Woah)
Back it up, back it up (Yeah)
Back it up, back it up (Oh)
Back it up, back it up (Oh)
Back it up, back it up (Woah)
Back it up, back it up (Yeah)
Back it up, back it up (Woah)
Back it up, back it up (Uh)
Back it up (Yeah-yeah, woah-woah), back it up, yeah (Woah-woah, yeah-yeah)
Back it up (Yeah-yeah, woah-woah), back it up, woah (Woah-woah, yeah-yeah)
Back it up (Yeah-yeah, woah-woah), back it up, yeah (Woah-woah, yeah-yeah)
Back it up, back it up (Back)
[Verse 2]
I’m on that drank and I feel like a turtle
Movin’ in slow motion (Movin’ in slow)
Now these hoes got’ come cause I’m fertile
Leave a ho [?] (Leavin’ that ho)
She tried to give me that gift fully naked
I’m keepin’ my socks on (Fuck is you doin’?)
Bitches start talking ’bout lickin’ the gooch
I had to tell her like, “Bitch, you [?]” (Yeah, yeah)
Gettin’ to the money, who said that I wasn’t?
Trust nobody, I don’t fuck with my cousin (I don’t fuck with him)
I can do whatever I want ’cause I’m bossin’
I don’t care about shit ’cause it don’t mean nothin’ (I don’t care ’bout nothin’, I don’t care ’bout)
Couple years back I was prayin’ for somethin’
Couple years forward, bitch, you ridin’ all a sudden
Can’t even name one I could really put trust in (Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
I don’t wanna talk if we be fuckin’
Buss out the trap door, I got my mask on
Duckin’ the paparazzi (I’m duckin’ the papa)
Hop out the Corvette, that was my old swag, now I like Maseratis (Skrr)
Sex every day, it’s a hobby (Ooh, ooh)
Which one of y’all gon’ top me? (Ooh, ooh)
I’ma run it up, I promise (Ooh, ooh)
If I go broke, it’s a robbery (Ooh, ooh)
[Chorus]
Back it up, back it up (Yeah)
Back it up, back it up, yeah (Woah-woah)
Back it up, back it up (Yeah)
Back it up, back it up, woah (Yeah)
Back it up, back it up (Woah)
Back it up, back it up (Yeah, yeah)
Back it up, back it up (Yeah)
Back it up, back it up (Yeah)
Back it up, back it up (Yeah, ayy)
Back it up, back it up (Yeah)
Back it up, back it up (Woah, oh, oh)
Back it up, back it up (Uh)
Back it up (Yeah-yeah, woah-woah), back it up, yeah (Woah-woah, yeah-yeah)
Back it up (Yeah-yeah, woah-woah), back it up, woah (Woah-woah, yeah-yeah)
Back it up (Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah), back it up, yeah (Woah-woah, yeah-yeah)
Back it up, back it up
[Intro]
(My boy Yetii just had to take that dub)
Buss out the trap door, I got my mask on, duckin’ the paparazzi
(What are you cooking, adan?)
(Rio)
Hop out the Corvette, that was my old swag, now I like Maseratis
(Ayf)
Sex every day, it’s a hobby
Which one of y’all gon’ top me?
I’ma run it up, I promise
If I go broke, it’s a robbery
Hunna, bah
[Verse 1]
Whole lotta cash, it’s waitin’ on me
Nigga my pockets obese, mm (Nigga my pockets obese)
I gotta watch for the way that I’m walkin’
Just so my shoes don’t crease, mm (Just so my shoes don’t crease)
Anybody had a problem with me, ain’t really want problems with me (Ain’t really want problems with me)
Anybody who done said it’s on sight, somehow many are deceased (Yeah)
Too many folks, I got too many hoes, I got so many opps, ain’t trip with the poles (Trip with the poles)
Too many brothers, I got too many sauce, I done heat up the summer and I’m ice cold
I’m on a high, ain’t goin’ back low
Car go fast, won’t drive it slow (Won’t drive it slow)
Watch go “Brr” and it feel like snow (Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
Gun go “Boom”, tryna take out blow (Woah-woah, woah-woah)
And I still wouldn’t miss, can’t take me out (Uh-huh)
Block my way, I’ma find a new route (I’ma find it, yeah)
Nigga wastin’ time in a thot bitch DM, she in the kitchen, butt naked in my house
All the shit that you said it ain’t addin’ up (Uh-huh)
I’ma pop my shit, they ain’t mad enough (I’ma pop)
And me and you not the same, I talk like that ’cause I know I can back it up (Back)
[Chorus]
Back it up, back it up (Yeah)
Back it up, back it up, yeah (Woah-woah)
Back it up, back it up (Yeah)
Back it up, back it up (Woah)
Back it up, back it up (Woah)
Back it up, back it up (Yeah)
Back it up, back it up (Oh)
Back it up, back it up (Oh)
Back it up, back it up (Woah)
Back it up, back it up (Yeah)
Back it up, back it up (Woah)
Back it up, back it up (Uh)
Back it up (Yeah-yeah, woah-woah), back it up, yeah (Woah-woah, yeah-yeah)
Back it up (Yeah-yeah, woah-woah), back it up, woah (Woah-woah, yeah-yeah)
Back it up (Yeah-yeah, woah-woah), back it up, yeah (Woah-woah, yeah-yeah)
Back it up, back it up (Back)
[Verse 2]
I’m on that drank and I feel like a turtle
Movin’ in slow motion (Movin’ in slow)
Now these hoes got’ come cause I’m fertile
Leave a ho [?] (Leavin’ that ho)
She tried to give me that gift fully naked
I’m keepin’ my socks on (Fuck is you doin’?)
Bitches start talking ’bout lickin’ the gooch
I had to tell her like, “Bitch, you [?]” (Yeah, yeah)
Gettin’ to the money, who said that I wasn’t?
Trust nobody, I don’t fuck with my cousin (I don’t fuck with him)
I can do whatever I want ’cause I’m bossin’
I don’t care about shit ’cause it don’t mean nothin’ (I don’t care ’bout nothin’, I don’t care ’bout)
Couple years back I was prayin’ for somethin’
Couple years forward, bitch, you ridin’ all a sudden
Can’t even name one I could really put trust in (Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
I don’t wanna talk if we be fuckin’
Buss out the trap door, I got my mask on
Duckin’ the paparazzi (I’m duckin’ the papa)
Hop out the Corvette, that was my old swag, now I like Maseratis (Skrr)
Sex every day, it’s a hobby (Ooh, ooh)
Which one of y’all gon’ top me? (Ooh, ooh)
I’ma run it up, I promise (Ooh, ooh)
If I go broke, it’s a robbery (Ooh, ooh)
[Chorus]
Back it up, back it up (Yeah)
Back it up, back it up, yeah (Woah-woah)
Back it up, back it up (Yeah)
Back it up, back it up, woah (Yeah)
Back it up, back it up (Woah)
Back it up, back it up (Yeah, yeah)
Back it up, back it up (Yeah)
Back it up, back it up (Yeah)
Back it up, back it up (Yeah, ayy)
Back it up, back it up (Yeah)
Back it up, back it up (Woah, oh, oh)
Back it up, back it up (Uh)
Back it up (Yeah-yeah, woah-woah), back it up, yeah (Woah-woah, yeah-yeah)
Back it up (Yeah-yeah, woah-woah), back it up, woah (Woah-woah, yeah-yeah)
Back it up (Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah), back it up, yeah (Woah-woah, yeah-yeah)
Back it up, back it up
