Get It Poppin'
Straight Bank Lyrics


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Att Society the whole team att ah
Strapped gat dirty farhi behta Jagga Jatt ah
Bout a hunned niggas NY we run it nigga
Aju kala paala time das tera laakha
Got some henny in the back
Na really I don’t rap
black semi on my lap
Clap ur head under ur cap
Seega young blood firda si bukda
In the kitchen steady whippin
Nigga watch me cook it up
Seege top te huhn dekh thalley sut ta
Used to lookin down
Now the same nigga lookin up
Quit playin nigga ghare jaakey lukja
Cause if we catch you ehni sheti nayo shutda
Galbaat poori saadi area ch tukh ah
Carolina jays matchin hoody got the hood up
Got the Cali green pari peye backwood ah
Straight bank att society better look it up
We get it poppin’
Nigga stop it
You ain’t got options
Yeah I’m the prophet
We get it crackin’
You see me packin’
No I ain’t actin
This shit could happen
Straight bank jagga jatt situation sadi att ah
Double barrel bor lavan tera gatta
Money karda gadu poorai vatt, kera katt aa
Mu vich pake trigger, labe kithai satt ah
Pajo aya jagga jatt, Mexican vangu thon launi aa machete dene vad
Bambu katt mare padh, drako kade niri aag
Pop a wheelie soothi pai lash sire mara lath nigga let’s get it
Pindo agi billo kendi call me Becky
Brown booty bouncing feem khake jatt maru kenchi
Tera yaar karda baar wonder why she looking messy
Hoi na senti asai pasai vad dabh padu techi
Straight Bank duffle bag jatt karda Hollywood
Kuthai mamai launde gedi salai Laban meri hood
In New York gettin litty rollin dutches in the woods
Steady racks Maybach label black life is good
We get it poppin’
Nigga stop it
You ain’t got options
Yeah I’m the prophet
We get it crackin’
You see me packin’
No I ain’t actin
This shit could happen
Put down the glock my nigga
I just box a nigga
Got punchlines
But this right jab a rock a nigga
But nah I ain’t klitzko
Fuck it let the clip go
Jagga Jatt grippin the bratt from the get go
Flexin on the gram
All these bitches ain’t slick tho
We know really you aint really got shit hoe
Kehnde munda maarha
Changa henni kissey paaseyo
Went from the block
To a yacht in the imaafi coast
Me llamo money I get that Money rapido
So much Money like I got a money copier
Flow valid not another nigga knockin us
The same niggas hating be the same niggas watchin us
Att society we the fucking mafia
Checked the swag checked the tag now they wanna copy us
Got the belt nigga odhee poori rakki rakhi ah
We #1 fuck jerhe rege baaki ah
We get it poppin’
Nigga stop it
You ain’t got options
Yeah I’m the prophet
We get it crackin’
You see me packin’




No I ain’t actin
This shit could happen

Overall Meaning

"Get It Poppin" is a rap song by Straight Bank featuring Jagga Jatt. The song is about team Att Society, who is proud of their accomplishments and is not afraid to assert their dominance. They're a powerful group who rule the streets of NY with a hundred men, and they have weapons like the dirty farhi behta, Jagga Jatt Ah, and gats strapped to their belts. They're confident in what they do and how they do it, as they demonstrate in their lyrics. It's also a song about their success and being on top of the world, from their cars to their clothes to their money. However, they warn those who try to challenge them to watch out because they're not to be reckoned with.


Line by Line Meaning

Att Society the whole team att ah
The whole crew represents Att Society


Strapped gat dirty farhi behta Jagga Jatt ah
Jagga Jatt is armed with a dirty firearm.


Bout a hunned niggas NY we run it nigga
We have about a hundred people running the New York hustle.


Aju kala paala time das tera laakha
You can tell the time by my wealth, which is in lakhs.


Got some henny in the back
There is some Hennessy in the back.


Na really I don’t rap
I'm not really a rapper.


black semi on my lap
I have a black semi-automatic weapon on my lap.


Clap ur head under ur cap
I'll shoot you in the head while you're wearing a cap.


Seega young blood firda si bukda
Young bloods are out there looking for trouble.


In the kitchen steady whippin
I'm cooking up a storm in the kitchen.


Nigga watch me cook it up
Watch me cook it up.


Seege top te huhn dekh thalley sut ta
I'm at the top now, looking down at the people who once doubted me.


Used to lookin down
I used to be at the bottom.


Now the same nigga lookin up
Now I'm at the top.


Quit playin nigga ghare jaakey lukja
Stop playing games and go home.


Cause if we catch you ehni sheti nayo shutda
If we catch you, you're in trouble.


Galbaat poori saadi area ch tukh ah
Our reputation in this area is solid.


Carolina jays matchin hoody got the hood up
I'm wearing Carolina Blue Air Jordan sneakers and a matching hoodie.


Got the Cali green pari peye backwood ah
I have a California rolled backwood filled with green marijuana.


Straight bank att society better look it up
You better recognize that we are the Straight Bank Att Society.


We get it poppin’
We make things happen.


Nigga stop it
Stop pretending.


You ain’t got options
You have no choice.


Yeah I’m the prophet
I am the one with the divine message.


We get it crackin’
We make things happen.


You see me packin’
You see me carrying a weapon.


No I ain’t actin
I'm not pretending.


This shit could happen
Anything could happen.


Double barrel bor lavan tera gatta
I will shoot you with my double-barrel shotgun.


Money karda gadu poorai vatt, kera katt aa
I'm making a lot of money, but it's going back out just as quickly.


Mu vich pake trigger, labe kithai satt ah
I have my finger on the trigger, ready to shoot.


Pajo aya jagga jatt, Mexican vangu thon launi aa machete dene vad
Jagga Jatt is here, holding a machete just like a Mexican.


Bambu katt mare padh, drako kade niri aag
I'm smoking weed and drinking while making music.


Pop a wheelie soothi pai lash sire mara lath nigga let’s get it
I'm doing wheelies on my motorcycle, let's go!


Pindo agi billo kendi call me Becky
Girls from Punjab say, 'Call me Becky.'


Brown booty bouncing feem khake jatt maru kenchi
I'm high on drugs, watching a girl with a brown butt dance.


Tera yaar karda baar wonder why she looking messy
Your friend is always getting drunk and wondering why she looks messy.


Hoi na senti asai pasai vad dabh padu techi
Don't get all emotional and start a fight.


Straight Bank duffle bag jatt karda Hollywood
I, the duffle bag jatt, am taking on Hollywood.


Kuthai mamai launde gedi salai Laban meri hood
I'm taking my homies around the hood in my car.


In New York gettin litty rollin dutches in the woods
I'm hanging out in New York, smoking Dutch cigars in the woods.


Steady racks Maybach label black life is good
I'm making good money, driving my black Maybach with a Maybach Music Group label.


Put down the glock my nigga
Lower your gun, my friend.


I just box a nigga
I just fought someone with my fists.


Got punchlines
I have a lot of clever rhymes.


But this right jab a rock a nigga
My right punch is strong enough to knock someone out.


But nah I ain’t klitzko
But no, I'm not like Wladimir Klitschko.


Fuck it let the clip go
Forget it, I'll just shoot.


Jagga Jatt grippin the bratt from the get go
Jagga Jatt has had a weapon in his hand from the start.


Flexin on the gram
Showing off on Instagram.


All these bitches ain’t slick tho
All these girls are not as clever as they think they are.


We know really you aint really got shit hoe
We know that you don't really have anything.


Kehnde munda maarha
They say that I fight well.


Changa henni kissey paaseyo
I have good alcohol by my side.


Went from the block
I came up from the streets.


To a yacht in the imaafi coast
Now I own a yacht on the Amalfi Coast.


Me llamo money I get that Money rapido
My name is Money, and I make money quickly.


So much Money like I got a money copier
I have so much money that it seems like I have a money-making machine.


Flow valid not another nigga knockin us
My flow is original, and no one else can copy it.


The same niggas hating be the same niggas watchin us
The same people who hate us are the ones watching us.


Att society we the fucking mafia
We are the powerful Att Society, like a mafia.


Checked the swag checked the tag now they wanna copy us
They're checking out our style and trying to copy us.


Got the belt nigga odhee poori rakki rakhi ah
I'm proudly wearing my championship belt.


We #1 fuck jerhe rege baaki ah
We are number one, and the rest can go to hell.




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Written by: Jagga Jatt, Straight Bank

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@ImpeteousMUSIC

this is polished all the way thru.
props

@MD-mh3vj

2023 still bangin. Att Society!!

@pindasandhu2996

that hook tho 🀧

@msn5651

Straight πŸ”₯πŸ”₯

@atgbeats7377

we keep it poppin

@Punjabiveersa

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I get dubs to this song as I’m gaming out πŸ‘πŸ½πŸ’₯πŸ’₯πŸ’₯

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This is the Best one.

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