Pop My Shit Lyrics
Pop yo’ shit
Who pop that shit better than me?
I been poppin’—
If it ain’t then it’s hahaha
Ain’t no replacements
Yuh, let me pop my shit
Niggas ‘fraid of hate (For what?)
You know, oppo shit
Hah, yeah, and we opposite
I be on that street ’til the money, don’t make me drop some shit
Gangsta
Let me explain what I mean
At this point in 2023 somebody might have to step in and mixtape game
It’s gettin’ unfair
Gangsta Grizzly
Yuh, let me pop my shit
Niggas ‘fraid of hate (For what?)
You know, oppo shit
Hah, yeah, and we opposite
I be on that street ’til the money, don’t make me drop some shit
Might catch me in a tux’
Background of thе Phantom, and you pussies know what’s up
[?] on my collar, hundred thousand dollars
Got my slippers, saint Prada
And my ho don’t givе me problems
My net worth unidentified, I got twelve million in watches (Woo)
I’m street, nigga, I know how to hide it
Got forty million in property (Frrr)
And it’s all there
Why you tough, that nigga be shootin’ that guard, ya’ll hit all
My calls ain’t no flesh to me
Any bitch stand next to me, she gotta put my ex to sleep (Okay, okay)
She can’t get these racks from me, gotta arm step back from me
Wake up, put her back to sleep (Yuh)
Wake up, tell her rub my feet (Okay)
Tell the world how you fuck with me
Pop yo’ shit
Yuh, let me pop my shit
Niggas ‘fraid of hate (Hate)
You know, oppo shit (Damn, ho)
Hah, yeah, and we opposite
I be on that street ’til the money, don’t make me drop some shit (Pah, pah)
Yuh, let me pop my shit
Niggas ‘fraid of hate (Niggas hatin’)
You know, oppo shit (You know, oppo shit)
Hah, yeah, and we opposite
I be on that street ’til the money, don’t make me drop some shit
Seven days a week, I can’t fly private if I wanted to (Yeah, yeah)
I’m consisted, I won’t ever live up if I wanted to
I’m persistent, I see every detail and hoes keep a step
We a leader, won’t tell my dog do some myself
We pick up Chanel (Chanel)
We leave Fendi on the shelf
Yo’ rocks big as hell, went to the jeweler, ’cause that’s myself
Million in a duffy, bought myself fluffy
Fuck me musty
Streets love me, and I love ’em back
Ayy, gave my bitch a million
She been turnin’ up don’t know how to act
Here’s another million, better flip that shit and bring it back
Real hustlers, that’s the type of shit that I trust
And she turn me on, ran that dick, ain’t talkin’ ’bout a set
Pop yo’ shit
Yuh, let me pop my shit
Niggas ‘fraid of hate (Hate)
You know, oppo shit (Damn, ho)
Hah, yeah, and we opposite
I be on that street ’til the money, don’t make me drop some shit (Pah, pah)
Yuh, let me pop my shit
Niggas ‘fraid of hate (Niggas hatin’)
You know, oppo shit (You know, oppo shit)
Hah, yeah, and we opposite
I be on that street ’til the money, don’t make me drop some shit