Pop Shit
Pop shit, Pop shit
Pop shit, Pop shit
Pop shit, Pop shit
Pop shit, Pop shit
If a bitch make mad den I'm poppin' shit
If my nigga cuttin' up you know I'm leavin' em
If dat bitch don't put up she ain't smokin' shit
Play wit my money ima done her I ain't havin' it
Never been a snake bitch
Never been a broke bitch
Nigga on my line cus he know dat I'm a freak bitch
Met dat hoe outside she ain't want none
If I put my hands on her she gon be da done done
Underrated, but I'm hated
Bitch, I'm faded
Educated
Watch da work look how I weigh it
Watch da game look how I play it
Friend wanna fight me cus I beat dat hoe
Her nigga wanna fuck me how I spit my flow
Pop shit, Pop shit
Pop shit, Pop shit
Pop shit, Pop shit
Pop shit, Pop shit
Niggas get mad cus I'm beatin' da block up
Trap for my bands I don't dance inna club
Ain't have no lawyer I still ain't get locked up
Bringin da pack in, look how I stocked up
Trap out a p, you niggas ain't fuckin wit me
Bad bitch, you could tell I'm a freak
Walk inna bando you hear dat shit creek
Can't fuck wit dese niggas you know dey be creeps
Pop shit, Pop shit
Pop shit, Pop shit
Pop shit, Pop shit
Pop shit, Pop shit
Pop shit, Pop shit
Pop shit, Pop shit
Pop shit, Pop shit
If a bitch make mad den I'm poppin' shit
If my nigga cuttin' up you know I'm leavin' em
If dat bitch don't put up she ain't smokin' shit
Play wit my money ima done her I ain't havin' it
Never been a snake bitch
Never been a broke bitch
Nigga on my line cus he know dat I'm a freak bitch
Met dat hoe outside she ain't want none
If I put my hands on her she gon be da done done
Underrated, but I'm hated
Bitch, I'm faded
Educated
Watch da work look how I weigh it
Watch da game look how I play it
Friend wanna fight me cus I beat dat hoe
Her nigga wanna fuck me how I spit my flow
Pop shit, Pop shit
Pop shit, Pop shit
Pop shit, Pop shit
Pop shit, Pop shit
Niggas get mad cus I'm beatin' da block up
Trap for my bands I don't dance inna club
Ain't have no lawyer I still ain't get locked up
Bringin da pack in, look how I stocked up
Trap out a p, you niggas ain't fuckin wit me
Bad bitch, you could tell I'm a freak
Walk inna bando you hear dat shit creek
Can't fuck wit dese niggas you know dey be creeps
Pop shit, Pop shit
Pop shit, Pop shit
Pop shit, Pop shit
Pop shit, Pop shit
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Writer(s): Keezy Baby
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