Pop My Shit (feat. Trill Huncho & Supreme)

Lil nigga get on ya shit, ya I'm bout to pop my shit
These niggas tryna ride my wave, bitch get off my shit
Young nigga with all these bands, ain't too much of it
Tryna get this shit advance, it's gon cost some shit
Put my trust up in that drac, I can't trust a bitch
I can tell these niggas fake, by how they talk and shit
Should've known that he a rat, with all that plotting shit
We invest in all these straps, don't let me pop my shit

Ya ya ya, we invest in k's
If it ain't bout no money, bitch get out my face
Where I'm from, 1400 ain't nobody safe
We can't leave a trace, I'm laughing to the bank
And watch my haters hate
SNL I really bleed that shit, I got it tatted bitch
Call Lil V he'll grab the switch, and he gon let it rip
How the fuck I'm 20 (How I'm 20) but I keep a 30
Why the fuck dem niggas hatin', they better get sum money
Ride round wit that blick, tryna do a hit
Cant be thinking that I'm a lick, wit all these straps and shit
Remember use to serve dem dimes, now I'm on better shit
Sorry I can't waste my time, cuz its money to get

Lil nigga get on ya shit, ya I'm bout to pop my shit
These niggas tryna ride my wave, bitch get off my shit
Young nigga with all these bands, ain't too much of it
Tryna get this shit advance, its gon cost some shit
Put my trust up in that drac, I can't trust a bitch
I can tell these niggas fake, by how they talk and shit
Should've known that he a rat, with all that plotting shit
We invest in all these straps, don't let me pop my shit

Ya I'm bout to pop my shit, da glock came wit a extended clip
After I hit the bitch, I told her she gotta leave da crib
I don't got no sense, so I don't care how you feel
I'm sipping on dirty, and I don't want it if you don't got it sealed
I pull up hop out wit da drac, I shoot a movie in broad day
I don't got no time to play, cause I'll shoot him in his face
I'm rolling on a beam, and smoking runtz to the face
I'm the one the police wanna find, but I never leave a trace
I'm from the M, then I vacate in the A
I get them racks, then I stash it in a safe
Can't nobody tell me nothing, I taught myself how to get money
You niggas wasn't with me, when this shit was getting stormy

Lil nigga get on ya shit, ya I'm bout to pop my shit
These niggas tryna ride my wave, bitch get off my shit
Young nigga with all these bands, ain't too much of it
Tryna get this shit advance, it's gon cost some shit
Put my trust up in that drac, I can't trust a bitch
I can tell these niggas fake, by how they talk and shit
Should've known that he a rat, with all that plotting shit
We invest in all these straps, don't let me pop my shit

Ya bout to pop my shit, the glock came wit a extended clip
Call Lil V he'll grab da switch, I told her she gotta leave da crib



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Writer(s): Bryan Gooden
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