Pop Shit

Aye
Watch me geek with this Glock
I’ll do a nerd dumb
Finger on the trigger
Got me thumbin' through these huns
Hit her from the back
Just to watch a bitch run
Off Patron mixed with Henny
But this Molly got me numb

Tell me
How these niggas thuggin' on the gram?
Thankful for my shooter
That lil' nigga he go ham

Knowing I’m the shit
But I rather be humble
Move subtle
Making plays only killers in my huddle

Ganging!
Suicide doors
Bitch we slanging!
Dangerous!

We don’t know art
But we paint shit

Don’t lane switch
Merge with the ops and get yo brain hit!

Can’t even tell a groupie hoe
From a main bitch

Not to switch topics
But these birds outta pocket

Bitch I’m quarterbacking
With a whole lot of options

This dick like a high score
She can’t wait to top it

Bop it
Sloppy go crazy like Teanna!
She geeking, freaking, this lil' bitch tweaking!

Fuck her all year
Then dip right on cuddle season!

Bitch I need a bag
Not opinions you can keep those

Feel like Future
All I want for Christmas
Is a freak hoe!

Gucci mixed with Fendi
Got me looking like a cheat code

If I pop this bean
I might fuck about 3 hoes

Boy you ain’t no shooter
Flexing guns that’s a dumb move

This ain’t Fortnite
Can’t build walls once I come through

Bless a nigga bitch
Like she sneezed
Then I’m back to it

If we fell off
Then lil' nerd ain’t no back cooling

Choppa got a stutter
Like that fat nigga name Ruben!

You was my bitch
But like my dick
Bird, you just blew it!

(Chorus) (x2)

I talk shit
Pop shit
On a bitch (on a bitch)

I pull up
Bounce out with them sticks, (them sticks)

I need a bird
Who take risk and this dick! (and this dick)

I need a bag last thing is a bitch!

Ouuu!!!