Pop My Shit

They think that they know me but they don't cuz I'm not from there
Told her not to reach in my center console my gun there
I don't wanna go where you going cuz it's not fun there
Big city living now the clubs we going dumb there
She don't send me booty pics she put them on a thumbnail
Said that she like shopping we ain't never paying retail
Only time I'm buying if I know it's gonna resell
Hit me up on google it's a reason it's called g mail

I might need a drum roll, just for when I'm walking in
Know I got a blunt rolled, just for when she hoppin in
Said she like me in the Jetta, she gon' love me in the benz
I ain't got the time for all them lil sales just cop the ten
Jonah like to talk his shit, yea I know it's true
I ain't got no million yet, but all my money blue
I got four people riding in the two seater coupe
They said jonah poppin off I told em' it's nothing new
Let her come around a bit, now she know like all the crew
I ain't talkin Sierra Mist, bitch I'm sippin' Mountain Dew
Thought you had a hit but missed, I'm still at the fountain bleu
Member they ain't fuck with me, now it's just I'm proud of you
Blacked out
New fit
Crew neck
Fine bitch
All cash
Line big
Wish that I could rewind this
I know that they dream about this
Wish that you could see how it
Told her I'd be loyal if she love me how she do now
I don't got no change I guess that I'm busting blues down
Saw too many cops on the way I need a new route
She ain't In the city I told her she getting flewed out
They think ima make it overnight but it's a process
Invested all my money and I still ain't seen the profits
I been making some back I guess that I'm seeing progress
Only thing I want from you is baby just be honest
She know Ima pop my shit, she like my confidence
I ain't really trippin, I think that I make it obvious
I could do it solo, or do the shit with an audience
Future shit, I might make a hundred through a oculus
The funny thing, what, I was never popular
Now it's kinda weird for me, I got my own photographer
The driver picked me up, so I never see an odometer
It don't got a radio, the car come with a monitor
Skinny jeans, white tee, she said that she like me
We gon make a movie baby I feel like I'm Spike Lee
"What if you go broke" I said bitch that's unlikely
And I don't care if you don't like me
I'm the freshest to do it, that boy Look like he Jewish
She's a real smart girl always saying she knew it
Got me nervous when I'm round her got her saying I'm stupid
Brand new money the bluest
I just took out thirty when I walked in the Truist
Ya you know I'm exclusive, so don't fuck up and lose it
So don't fuck up and lose it
So don't fuck up and



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Writer(s): Jonah Thomas
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