Pop Shit
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Ay Ay You know who done fucked up right, you Uh Yeah, you Yo You too nigga Yo yo You too nigga Let me pop my shit Yeah you too nigga Backends we get Pop it Your hoe been hit Oh you talkin' 'bout your bitch The wrist been lit (ice) Lit like this Nah for real nigga Hunnid K spent on my wrist lil' nigga Breakin' that pot and that dope gon' triple I left a tip for your bitch my nigga I f*ck her mouth her throat got bigger Pull up and hop out the car, drip Fuckin' a bitch she a star, drip Buy it and f*ck what it cost, drip Try it and get knocked off, brrt They gon' eat the dab up, jaws Never shop crib came with a mall Free my nigga down behind the wall Ain't gon' stop 'til they free my niggas all I can make a movie Seagal No dribble I ball Then roll up a Backwood with Cookie as fat as a log Then hop in the frog I'ma go and pop my shit I'ma pull up at 6 Number 1 first draft pick Coupe it came with the kit Real niggas all around me Lot of pussy niggas still exist Drinkin' right under my trench Thotty bitches on my bench The Cookie pack came dense Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit, pop shit Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit (pop) Pop shit, pop pop, pop shit Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit Pop shit (pop) Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit, pop shit Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit (pop) Pop shit, pop pop, pop shit Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit Pop shit (pop) I'ma go and pop my shit Hold on let me talk my shit Tell her don't look my way Nigga I buy your bitch No wings attached You don't get fly like this No strings attached I'ma pop my shit Don't be poppin' get caught with the sawed-off Whippin' cocaine, cookin' product (Coke!) Break down the dope like it's sawdust (Breakdown!) Look what the grind done bought us (look) Catch the bitches (catch), but I don't fetch the bitches (nooo) Catch the bitch, I ain't hit her, I was thinkin' about ya feelings I'ma glide on ya bitch, do ya hear me? Shooter on the bench, I pop wheelies QC nigga, pop millions We ain't gonna talk about the feelings We ain't gotta talk about the gremlins Paid shooters 'round me, chillin' Pop it off baby, start kneeling Give me my racks off the dribble My poppa pull up in a lizard The eyes on that bitch like a gizzard I get the money so vivid Young nigga I'm makin' history (history) 'Set not going for dissin' On a jet when I'm flying the distance Bad bitch she a assistant Drive the bricks to Michigan (woo!) Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit, pop shit Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit (pop) Pop shit, pop pop, pop shit Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit Pop shit (pop) Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit, pop shit Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit (pop) Pop shit, pop pop, pop shit Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit Pop shit (pop) I'ma go and pop my shit Hold on let me talk my shit Tell her don't look my way Nigga I buy your bitch No wings attached You don't get fly like this No strings attached I'ma pop my shit Quavo Pop my shit I pop it (pop it) Whole lotta bullets in the cartridge Told 'em, Trust the Process (trust it) I'ma break 'em down, diagnostics (break) Cup of the drank, too toxic (woo) Stashin' the pint in the cockpit (stash it) Yo bitch want my kids, she swallowed it Came back up for oxygen (up) FN make a nigga move (move, move) Put a f*ck nigga on the news (news, news) Mama drunk like she drank booze (mama) 'Cause her son done turned into food (damn) Big name came with the weight (woo) Red cam all in the plates (yeah) Mix it dog food, baked (skrt) Finesse me a nigga out of state (jugg) You turn to a woman, Cait (Jenner) Crisp back the lawn, mow the snakes (renter) Stick to the money, pace (stuck) Hit the gas to the top, it's a race (top) My wrist, can't stop, Ma$e (woo) Give a bitch my cock to taste (here) Got a M in the locked suitcase (cash) Mama found it when she broke the vase, damn ma Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit, pop shit Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit (pop) Pop shit, pop pop, pop shit Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit Pop shit (pop) Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit, pop shit Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit (pop) Pop shit, pop pop, pop shit Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit Pop shit (pop) I'ma go and pop my shit Hold on let me talk my shit Tell her don't look my way Nigga I buy your bitch No wings attached You don't get fly like this No strings attached I'ma pop my shit
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Written by: Dwan Avery, Kiari Kendrell Cephus, Kirsnick Khari Ball, Quavious Marshall
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