Pop It
Pop it, I just bought a rollie so you know a nigga plotting
Green face, blue face, know that I got options
Bitches on my dick, got em both lip locking
How she on my pants, you would think she pick pocking
Popping on that pole, so you know that shit rocking
I'm about my business better watch that shit talking
I can get you dead, get you zoned in that coffin
I'm out that pocket, I'm out that, uh
Pull up on your bitch, get my shit wet
Then she get her hair pulled, sit back on my six pack
Yeah I been that nigga, pissed off, on her knee caps
Three stacks make her speed back
Three stacks make her need that, eat that
I'ma loosen my grip, just let me hit, er er
I'ma loosen my tip all on your lip, er er
Give me all of that ass and that throw that shit back, clap
How we fucking no cap, how we fucking like
Pop it, I just bought a rollie so you know a nigga plotting
Green face, blue face, know that I got options
Bitches on my dick, got em both lip locking
How she on my pants, you would think she pick pocking
Popping on that pole, so you know that shit rocking
I'm about my business better watch that shit talking
I can get you dead, get you zoned in that coffin
I'm out that pocket, I'm out that
Under pressure, underestimated
In a new era where cappin' got 'em all under investigation
And patience is hard to show with all the fallacy
All of which I'm thinking as I'm fucking on my balcony
She boost my ego, she obsessed with me, likewise
But she ain't the only body I keep in the pipeline
Told her next time she brining all her friends, manifest it
Mouth full of me's what she considers a balanced breakfast
Pack her like it's Green Bay, goin deep, Aaron Rodgers
I'm tired of sonning all these niggas I don't care to father
I guess it comes with the role, no options
More money, more problems, more honeys, more condoms, keep it
Pop it, I just bought a rollie so you know a nigga plotting
Green face, blue face, know that I got options
Bitches on my dick, got em both lip locking
How she on my pants, you would think she pick pocking
Popping on that pole, so you know that shit rocking
I'm about my business better watch that shit talking
I can get you dead, get you zoned in that coffin
I'm out that pocket, I'm out that, uh
Green face, blue face, know that I got options
Bitches on my dick, got em both lip locking
How she on my pants, you would think she pick pocking
Popping on that pole, so you know that shit rocking
I'm about my business better watch that shit talking
I can get you dead, get you zoned in that coffin
I'm out that pocket, I'm out that, uh
Pull up on your bitch, get my shit wet
Then she get her hair pulled, sit back on my six pack
Yeah I been that nigga, pissed off, on her knee caps
Three stacks make her speed back
Three stacks make her need that, eat that
I'ma loosen my grip, just let me hit, er er
I'ma loosen my tip all on your lip, er er
Give me all of that ass and that throw that shit back, clap
How we fucking no cap, how we fucking like
Pop it, I just bought a rollie so you know a nigga plotting
Green face, blue face, know that I got options
Bitches on my dick, got em both lip locking
How she on my pants, you would think she pick pocking
Popping on that pole, so you know that shit rocking
I'm about my business better watch that shit talking
I can get you dead, get you zoned in that coffin
I'm out that pocket, I'm out that
Under pressure, underestimated
In a new era where cappin' got 'em all under investigation
And patience is hard to show with all the fallacy
All of which I'm thinking as I'm fucking on my balcony
She boost my ego, she obsessed with me, likewise
But she ain't the only body I keep in the pipeline
Told her next time she brining all her friends, manifest it
Mouth full of me's what she considers a balanced breakfast
Pack her like it's Green Bay, goin deep, Aaron Rodgers
I'm tired of sonning all these niggas I don't care to father
I guess it comes with the role, no options
More money, more problems, more honeys, more condoms, keep it
Pop it, I just bought a rollie so you know a nigga plotting
Green face, blue face, know that I got options
Bitches on my dick, got em both lip locking
How she on my pants, you would think she pick pocking
Popping on that pole, so you know that shit rocking
I'm about my business better watch that shit talking
I can get you dead, get you zoned in that coffin
I'm out that pocket, I'm out that, uh
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Writer(s): Olliver Joseph, Joshua Lambert, Larry Hanley
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