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Ayy
Ayy, you know who done up right, you
Uh
Yeah, you
Yo, you too
Yo yo, you too
Let me pop my shit, yeah you too
we get, pop it
Your ho hit
Oh you talkin' 'bout your
The been lit (ice)
Live like
Nah for real

Hundred K spent on my lil nigga
that pot and that dope gon' triple
I left a tip for bitch my nigga
I fuck her mouth, her got bigger
Pull up and hop out the car,
on a bitch, she a star, drip
Buy it and fuck what it cost,
Try it and get knocked off,
gon' eat up the dab, Jaws
Never shop, came with a mall
Free my niggas behind the wall
Ain't gon' stop they free my niggas all
I can make a movie,
No dribble, I
And roll up a Backwood with as fat as a log
Then hop in the
go'n pop my shit
I'ma up at six
Number one, first draft
Coupe, it with the kit
Real all around me
Lot of niggas still exist
Drank, it right under my
bitches on my bench
The cookie came dense

Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit, pop
Pop shit, pop shit, pop (pop)
Pop shit, shit
Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit, pop (pop)
Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit, pop
Pop shit, pop shit, pop (pop)
Pop shit, pop-pop-pop
Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit, pop (pop)

I'ma go'n to pop my
on, let me talk my shit
Tell her look my way
I'll buy your bitch
No attached
You get fly like this
No attached
I'ma pop my

Don't be poppin', get with the sawed-off (poppin')
Whippin' cocaine, product (coke)
Break down the like it's sawdust (break down)
Look what the grind done us (look)
Catch the bitches (catch), but I don't the bitches (no)
Catch your bitch, I ain't hit her, I was thinkin' about feelings
(here you go)
glide on your bitch, do you hear me? (glide)
Shooter on the bench and pop (brrt)
QC nigga, pop (woo)
We ain't talk about the feelings (nah)
We ain't gotta talk the gremlins (nah)
Paid shooters me chillin' (baow)
Pop it off baby, kneeling (pop it off)
me my racks off the dribble (racks)
My pull up in a lizard (pull up)
The eyes on that bitch a gizzard (eyes)
I get the money so (racks)
Young nigga I'm history (history)
Set not going for (nah)
On a jet I'm flying the distance (jet)
Bad she an assistant (bitch)
Drive the to Michigan (woo)

Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit, pop
Pop shit, pop shit, pop (pop)
Pop shit, shit
Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit, pop (pop)
Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit, pop
Pop shit, pop shit, pop (pop)
Pop shit, pop-pop-pop
Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit, pop (pop)

I'ma go'n to pop my
Hold on, let me my shit
her don't look my way
Nigga I'll buy bitch
No wings
You get fly like this
No attached
I'ma pop my

Pop my shit, I pop it (pop it)
Whole lotta bullets in the
'em, trust the process (trust it)
I'ma break em down, (break it)
Cup of the drank too (woo)
Stashin' the pint in the (stashin')
Your bitch want my kids, she it (uhh)
back up for oxygen (up)
FN a nigga move (move, move)
Put a nigga on the news (news, news)
Mama drunk, let you booze (mama)
'Cause her son done turned into (damn)
Big name came with the (woo)
cam all in the plates (yeah)
Mix it in dog food, (skrt)
Finesse me a nigga out of (jugg)
You turned to a woman, (Jenner)
Crisp back the lawn, mow the (renter)
Stick to the money, (stuck)
Hit the gas to the top, it's a (top)
My wrist, can't stop, (woo)
a bitch my cock, the taste (here)
Got a M in the suitcase (cash)
Mama found it she broke the vase (damn ma)

Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit, pop
Pop shit, pop shit, pop (pop)
Pop shit, pop-pop-pop
Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit, pop (pop)
Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit, pop
Pop shit, pop shit, pop (pop)
Pop shit, shit
Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit, pop (pop)

I'ma go'n to pop my
Hold on, let me my shit
Tell her look my way
Nigga buy your bitch
No wings
You get fly like this
No attached
I'ma pop my