I Made It Pop
Niggas talk a lot but they really saying nothing
Ya bitch in my DMs again, Homeboy come and get ya woman
Nigga fresher then a whole bottle of Febreze
Been ballin' so long I'm getting bad knees
I'm feeling like Penny
Ridin two seater that tank is on empty
Still flex on niggas, I pull up at Indi's
Take off this hat and yo bitch coming with me
Curly head bandit, fly never landed
She cheat with me and was never repremanded, but i understand it
How could she not
The turn up is real if I'm in the spot
Put beef over quap? That shit a burrito
Boy thats bad for business, wise words from my migo
Hey what do we know
I remote control the game like its Tivo
Follow the G code
How he so good? he must got a cheat code
I do
I was in the kitchen whippin til it locked
Cutting school, pitching work up on the block
I went hand to hand-to-hand for every dime i got
I made it pop
I made, I made, I made, I made it pop
Like it or not nigga I made it pop
Straight from the block to executives watch nigga I made it pop
I made, I made, I made
Stupid paper
Big body looking like a Studebaker
Talk behind my back nigga youse a hater
All my nigga strapped with Rugers waiting, you can snooze with Satan
Thats a mutha fucking dirt nap
Never keep the money where you keep the work at
Yeah mami got ass, can she twerk that
She just wanna ride the wave, can she surf that
I don't even know
But I can care less bout what these bitch thinkin
Man I'm simply amazing
I switch the flow then I bring it back around
We can shoot the fade, I'm never backing down
This how mackin sound, pimpin at its best
Kissing babies and I'm also signing breast
If I'm not the best, tell me who is
Who did it they self and took care of they kids
I handled my biz
No smut on my name, I never turned state
I held down my niggas, made sure that they ate
Then picked em up when they got outta them gates
Brought him a bitch, she got him straight
He was getting some top
Then I told that bitch, bet no spill a drop
All this before he reported to cops nigga I made it pop
I made, I made, I made, I made it pop
Like it or not nigga I made it pop
Straight from the block to executives watch nigga I made it pop
I made, I made, I made
Put it all on my back nigga
Spray ya body like Axe nigga
Shorty asked who you think you are
I just tell her I'm THAT nigga
Put it all on my back nigga
My back nigga, put it all on it
This rap shit this is my moment
I own it, Y'all cloned it
But I made it pop
Ya bitch in my DMs again, Homeboy come and get ya woman
Nigga fresher then a whole bottle of Febreze
Been ballin' so long I'm getting bad knees
I'm feeling like Penny
Ridin two seater that tank is on empty
Still flex on niggas, I pull up at Indi's
Take off this hat and yo bitch coming with me
Curly head bandit, fly never landed
She cheat with me and was never repremanded, but i understand it
How could she not
The turn up is real if I'm in the spot
Put beef over quap? That shit a burrito
Boy thats bad for business, wise words from my migo
Hey what do we know
I remote control the game like its Tivo
Follow the G code
How he so good? he must got a cheat code
I do
I was in the kitchen whippin til it locked
Cutting school, pitching work up on the block
I went hand to hand-to-hand for every dime i got
I made it pop
I made, I made, I made, I made it pop
Like it or not nigga I made it pop
Straight from the block to executives watch nigga I made it pop
I made, I made, I made
Stupid paper
Big body looking like a Studebaker
Talk behind my back nigga youse a hater
All my nigga strapped with Rugers waiting, you can snooze with Satan
Thats a mutha fucking dirt nap
Never keep the money where you keep the work at
Yeah mami got ass, can she twerk that
She just wanna ride the wave, can she surf that
I don't even know
But I can care less bout what these bitch thinkin
Man I'm simply amazing
I switch the flow then I bring it back around
We can shoot the fade, I'm never backing down
This how mackin sound, pimpin at its best
Kissing babies and I'm also signing breast
If I'm not the best, tell me who is
Who did it they self and took care of they kids
I handled my biz
No smut on my name, I never turned state
I held down my niggas, made sure that they ate
Then picked em up when they got outta them gates
Brought him a bitch, she got him straight
He was getting some top
Then I told that bitch, bet no spill a drop
All this before he reported to cops nigga I made it pop
I made, I made, I made, I made it pop
Like it or not nigga I made it pop
Straight from the block to executives watch nigga I made it pop
I made, I made, I made
Put it all on my back nigga
Spray ya body like Axe nigga
Shorty asked who you think you are
I just tell her I'm THAT nigga
Put it all on my back nigga
My back nigga, put it all on it
This rap shit this is my moment
I own it, Y'all cloned it
But I made it pop
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Writer(s): Omarr Marrero
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