[Intro]
ATL Jacob
[Verse 1: Casino]
Snap my doors out, put diamonds in them
Catch your bitch, I'm stylin' in her
Matte black Range Rover got them sticks in it
Rollie on my wrist, I put like a sixty in it
Trap in the hood, I made like a milli' in it
Gucci head to toe, I'm always drippin' in it
Pour a four of that wop in a Mount' Dew
Use seventeen, clip hold a seventeen
Out seventeen with a forty on my hip
You a damn shame, you ain't got a hundred thousand
If I ever go broke, I'm taking mine back
Ten times that, I had to triple up the stacks
Plug bring enough, I'm running off with that
Freebandz gang, I'll make you understand that
A hunnid in the red house where the bloods at
Red 'Rarri in the front, Lil Woo, he flexin' that
Trapped out there, geeked up
Cup filled up, I'm slowed up
I walk around looking like a lick
Take a random bitch and build the bitch
[Chorus: Casino]
I'm worth like 99 bricks
All I do is stunt and pop shit
Get out of line, you get popped quick
I stay flying in somethin' quick
I'm married to this money and I'm disrespectful
My ex girl still dancing, mad 'cause I left
I'm married to this money and I'm disrespectful
My ex girl still dancing, mad 'cause I left
[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Who that? Oh, that's Casino?
He got his first shake and went bought that Phantom Limo (Oh, I've seen that)
He went to that Magic and throwed the Hellcat, then he pulled off in the Hellcat (Skrrt)
The kid's like "Bingo", yeah, they were all like "Bingo", Bingo (Bingo, bingo, kilos)
I got more rings than you got jewelry (Ayy)
Got way more Cartier bracelets than you got chains (Way more Cartiers)
And the cheapest one, I can take it off and put it on your brain (Right on your head, dog)
The cheapest one, yeah (Ohh)
You gon' start chaos in this club if you throw these dubs (You gon' start chaos)
I got a doctor bitch and she, suckin' dick in her scrubs (She suckin' dick, yeah)
I'm Tony Montana, day and night like Kid Cudi (Day and night)
I told the dealer "Bring two of the same foreigns" (Skrrt, skrrt)
I caught my first murder one in [?] court (Yeah, yeah)
I'll leave you missing like a milk cart-quart (Leave 'em missin')
I heard they closed asses down in New Yor-or-ork
And I got a couple stripper bitches on life support, yeah
[Chorus: Casino]
I'm worth like 99 bricks
All I do is stunt and pop shit
Get out of line, you get popped quick
I stay flying in somethin' quick
I'm married to this money and I'm disrespectful
My ex girl still dancing, mad 'cause I left
I'm married to this money and I'm disrespectful
My ex girl still dancing, mad 'cause I left
Pop Shit was written by Young Thug & Casino.
Pop Shit was produced by ATL Jacob.