Pop My Shit
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I was stacking my dimes up
To busy thinking bout cash that's why I can't find love
Ion want no lying love
Remember I was down bad couldn't get a meal them niggas ain't answer
Same niggas blowing up my phone cuz a young nigga got his bands up
Blues on the left got the stick on the right hard to keep my pants up
Don't worry bout me imma pop my shit know them niggas can't stand us
Better keep yo hands up
This a 30 round drum
And that bitch go dumb
Nigga don't want nun
Feel kinda good when coming from the bottom now everybody wanna get a taste
Just a year ago I was bout to take my life now I'm feeling like the stars on a rafe
Now I'm beating on my chest like a ape
Got the trap jumpin like a rabbit
Every single dollar gotta have it
Now I'm making plays like madden
Everything you did I done done it
You was taking yo time I was runnin
I was layin in the bed tryna figure out life now the money comin fast like sonic
When you carry that bag don't fumble
Momma always said be humble
Got my mind right then I put my team on now feeling like the king of the jungle
I was staying down now I'm going for the win I won't comin in last place
Went 0 to 100 now I'm switching these lanes like a mufuckin drag race
Yea yea
Imma run it up the fast way
Yea yea
I ain't comin in last place
I was stacking my dimes up
To busy thinking bout cash that's why I can't find love
Ion want no lying love
Remember I was down bad couldn't get a meal them niggas ain't answer
Same niggas blowing up my phone cuz a young nigga got his bands up
Blues on the left got the stick on the right hard to keep my pants up
Don't worry bout me imma pop my shit know them niggas can't stand us
Better keep yo hands up
This a 30 round drum
And that bitch go dumb
Nigga don't want nun
I was stacking my dimes up
To busy thinking bout cash that's why I can't find love
Ion want no lying love
Remember I was down bad couldn't get a meal them niggas ain't answer
Same niggas blowing up my phone cuz a young nigga got his bands up
Blues on the left got the stick on the right hard to keep my pants up
Don't worry bout me imma pop my shit know them niggas can't stand us
Better keep yo hands up
This a 30 round drum
And that bitch go dumb
Nigga don't want nun
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Yea yea yea yea
Yea yea yea yea
Yea yea yea yea
Yea yea yea yea
Yea yea yea yea
Yea yea yea yea
Yea yea yea yea
Yea yea yea yea
Yea yea yea yea
Yea yea yea yea
Yea yea
I was stacking my dimes up
To busy thinking bout cash that's why I can't find love
Ion want no lying love
Remember I was down bad couldn't get a meal them niggas ain't answer
Same niggas blowing up my phone cuz a young nigga got his bands up
Blues on the left got the stick on the right hard to keep my pants up
Don't worry bout me imma pop my shit know them niggas can't stand us
Better keep yo hands up
This a 30 round drum
And that bitch go dumb
Nigga don't want nun
Feel kinda good when coming from the bottom now everybody wanna get a taste
Just a year ago I was bout to take my life now I'm feeling like the stars on a rafe
Now I'm beating on my chest like a ape
Got the trap jumpin like a rabbit
Every single dollar gotta have it
Now I'm making plays like madden
Everything you did I done done it
You was taking yo time I was runnin
I was layin in the bed tryna figure out life now the money comin fast like sonic
When you carry that bag don't fumble
Momma always said be humble
Got my mind right then I put my team on now feeling like the king of the jungle
I was staying down now I'm going for the win I won't comin in last place
Went 0 to 100 now I'm switching these lanes like a mufuckin drag race
Yea yea
Imma run it up the fast way
Yea yea
I ain't comin in last place
I was stacking my dimes up
To busy thinking bout cash that's why I can't find love
Ion want no lying love
Remember I was down bad couldn't get a meal them niggas ain't answer
Same niggas blowing up my phone cuz a young nigga got his bands up
Blues on the left got the stick on the right hard to keep my pants up
Don't worry bout me imma pop my shit know them niggas can't stand us
Better keep yo hands up
This a 30 round drum
And that bitch go dumb
Nigga don't want nun
I was stacking my dimes up
To busy thinking bout cash that's why I can't find love
Ion want no lying love
Remember I was down bad couldn't get a meal them niggas ain't answer
Same niggas blowing up my phone cuz a young nigga got his bands up
Blues on the left got the stick on the right hard to keep my pants up
Don't worry bout me imma pop my shit know them niggas can't stand us
Better keep yo hands up
This a 30 round drum
And that bitch go dumb
Nigga don't want nun
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Yea yea yea yea
Yea yea yea yea
Yea yea yea yea
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Writer(s): Antonius Heslop
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