[ Featuring Migos ]
Ay
Ay
You know who done f*cked 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
F*ckin' 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
