Poplockdrop
We love you Joshua
Aye, Helo made a hit hoe
I'm finna PopLockDrop
These bitches on my top
No I cannot stop
She like, "Damn, that's hot!"
Heard your friend gives top
Don't stop, no, stop
Heard you fuck with the opps
That shit gonna get you popped, uh
She a thot (Thot)
She gon' give us top, uh uh
You a opp (Opp)
You get hit on spot, uh uh
Oh you forgot
Put my dick up in your slot, uh uh
You gettin' blocked
Heard you fuckin' with the cops, uh uh
She drop that head on head on me (Head)
Fucking that bitch and her name is Penelope (Yeah)
She listen to melodies
She screamin' my name and it sound like some melodies (Yeah)
Don't care what she tellin' me (Nah)
She being rude like why did you yell at me (Why)
That head is so heavenly (Yeah)
She give me that mouth, yeah some like a spelling bee
She does her hair messily (Yeah)
So she can give me that head to infinity (Yeah)
Bitch you is no kin to me (Nah)
Eventually family turn to your enemies (Facts)
Their hate it comes from there jealousy (Yeah)
These niggas ill yeah I'm talkin' mentally (Yeah)
I pray to god they find the remedy (Yeah)
Won't let these niggas come ruin my legacy (Yeah)
I got a bitch and she ebony (Yeah)
Beatin' the cat yeah I'm going endlessly (Yeah)
Yeah, I'm goin' relentlessly (Yeah)
If I do it big I'm goin' tremendously (Yeah)
I am who they pretend to be (Yeah)
These niggas they fake they is no friend of me (Yeah)
Yeah, they prey on the end of me (Yeah)
And that's when fake niggas gon turn to your enemies
I'm finna PopLockDrop
These bitches on my top
No I cannot stop
She like, "Damn, that's hot!"
Heard your friend gives top
Don't stop, no, stop
Heard you fuck with the opps
That shit gonna get you popped, uh
Back on my bullshit
Like a movie yeah I came wit a full clip
Yeah I got a good grip
Sweaty ass hands so I think that it would slip
I stay with the good drip
Like Megan Thee Stallion you get your foot hit
Yeah nigga you should quit
'Cause that bitch that you like, yeah I nigga I could hit
And I'll hit it for days
Fucking that bitch I make her like rain
I'll leave that bitch in a daze
Unlike you niggas I don't have to pay
Hit you with the scope like it's Faze
Makin' this money in all different ways
And I get the chips like it's Lays
I told her I love her like "100 Days"
I get a bag without raise
Yeah my girl she built like a vase
She doin' whatever I say
Two weeks in and she calling me bae
And I got a bae from the Bay
And when I say Bay I'm talkin' L.A
Yeah I know where you stay
FNB, yeah we finna spray
Yeah I aim at your top
Shootin' that nigga like he is a bot
Yeah, I'm shootin' my shot
And when I say shot I'm not talking dot
They call me Youngboy with the top
And you got more clout but your music still flop
You think you're hood but you're not
And just like a picture yeah, you can get cropped
I'm finna PopLockDrop
These bitches on my top
No I cannot stop
She like, "Damn, that's hot!"
Heard your friend gives top
Don't stop, no, stop
Heard you fuck with the opps
That shit gonna get you popped, uh
I'm finna pop, pop, pop
I'm finna pop, pop, pop
I'm finna pop, pop, pop
I'm finna pop, pop, pop
I'm finna PopLockDrop
These bitches on my top
No I cannot stop
She like, "Damn, that's hot!"
Heard your friend gives top
Don't stop, no, stop
Heard you fuck with the opps
That shit gonna get you popped, uh
Aye, Helo made a hit hoe
I'm finna PopLockDrop
These bitches on my top
No I cannot stop
She like, "Damn, that's hot!"
Heard your friend gives top
Don't stop, no, stop
Heard you fuck with the opps
That shit gonna get you popped, uh
She a thot (Thot)
She gon' give us top, uh uh
You a opp (Opp)
You get hit on spot, uh uh
Oh you forgot
Put my dick up in your slot, uh uh
You gettin' blocked
Heard you fuckin' with the cops, uh uh
She drop that head on head on me (Head)
Fucking that bitch and her name is Penelope (Yeah)
She listen to melodies
She screamin' my name and it sound like some melodies (Yeah)
Don't care what she tellin' me (Nah)
She being rude like why did you yell at me (Why)
That head is so heavenly (Yeah)
She give me that mouth, yeah some like a spelling bee
She does her hair messily (Yeah)
So she can give me that head to infinity (Yeah)
Bitch you is no kin to me (Nah)
Eventually family turn to your enemies (Facts)
Their hate it comes from there jealousy (Yeah)
These niggas ill yeah I'm talkin' mentally (Yeah)
I pray to god they find the remedy (Yeah)
Won't let these niggas come ruin my legacy (Yeah)
I got a bitch and she ebony (Yeah)
Beatin' the cat yeah I'm going endlessly (Yeah)
Yeah, I'm goin' relentlessly (Yeah)
If I do it big I'm goin' tremendously (Yeah)
I am who they pretend to be (Yeah)
These niggas they fake they is no friend of me (Yeah)
Yeah, they prey on the end of me (Yeah)
And that's when fake niggas gon turn to your enemies
I'm finna PopLockDrop
These bitches on my top
No I cannot stop
She like, "Damn, that's hot!"
Heard your friend gives top
Don't stop, no, stop
Heard you fuck with the opps
That shit gonna get you popped, uh
Back on my bullshit
Like a movie yeah I came wit a full clip
Yeah I got a good grip
Sweaty ass hands so I think that it would slip
I stay with the good drip
Like Megan Thee Stallion you get your foot hit
Yeah nigga you should quit
'Cause that bitch that you like, yeah I nigga I could hit
And I'll hit it for days
Fucking that bitch I make her like rain
I'll leave that bitch in a daze
Unlike you niggas I don't have to pay
Hit you with the scope like it's Faze
Makin' this money in all different ways
And I get the chips like it's Lays
I told her I love her like "100 Days"
I get a bag without raise
Yeah my girl she built like a vase
She doin' whatever I say
Two weeks in and she calling me bae
And I got a bae from the Bay
And when I say Bay I'm talkin' L.A
Yeah I know where you stay
FNB, yeah we finna spray
Yeah I aim at your top
Shootin' that nigga like he is a bot
Yeah, I'm shootin' my shot
And when I say shot I'm not talking dot
They call me Youngboy with the top
And you got more clout but your music still flop
You think you're hood but you're not
And just like a picture yeah, you can get cropped
I'm finna PopLockDrop
These bitches on my top
No I cannot stop
She like, "Damn, that's hot!"
Heard your friend gives top
Don't stop, no, stop
Heard you fuck with the opps
That shit gonna get you popped, uh
I'm finna pop, pop, pop
I'm finna pop, pop, pop
I'm finna pop, pop, pop
I'm finna pop, pop, pop
I'm finna PopLockDrop
These bitches on my top
No I cannot stop
She like, "Damn, that's hot!"
Heard your friend gives top
Don't stop, no, stop
Heard you fuck with the opps
That shit gonna get you popped, uh
Credits
Writer(s): Avante Harper
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