Pop My Shit

28 no kids
28 still ain't did no bid
I ain't rich
But a nigga paper straight
Living good ion need no section 8
Ima pop it every chance that I get it
That hoe is lying if she say I ain't hit
Iced out my neck
Now I bout to ice out my wrist
Remember back in the days when a nigga couldn't afford shit
Aye
So now I
Pop my shit
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Pop my shit
Watch me
Pop my shit
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Pop my shit
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Told that girl that ion do friends
Put her in my close friends bet I find out where that throat ends
She say boy u nasty tell me something I don't know
I bought all the tickets so my haters see me front row
But you such a hater prolly gonna be a no show
Nigga fuck yo fashion sweatpants Jordan 4's is when I'm my comfortable
Dropped her kids to school now I can eat like a lunchable
They hate to hear you pop it swear I make them uncomfortable
But I really don't care I'ma big dog so you better beware
I only fear God so you niggas can't scare me
Ion do it for y'all I do this for the family
I do it for a Grammy nigga a fuck a plan B
Money talks bs walks/ that's why they don't understand me
All these niggas mad at me
Cuz I'm just tryna get it
Fuck a critic
I'm out on a mission
Bitches
Aye
So now I
Pop my shit
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Let me
Pop my shit
Watch me
Pop my shit
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Let me
Pop my shit
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Pop my shit
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Pop my shit
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Pop my shit
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Credits
Writer(s): Robert Browne
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