Pop

Kill every beat all they hear is a
Pop pills off-label
'Bout to pop off no label
'Bout to pop tags off labels
Pop pussy on the lunch table
It's the new pop shit
That you came for
I make it rain and shine
Make the plot twist
Hip waist ratio 'em every time
I make 'em, out every line
Way I got mommies in the midsize
Sedans planning out a homicide

It's my Kodak moment
Develop and they dispose me
Dap the homies
Do what they ask end up the
Ass of the joke it's
The last time that they cast my role
Introducing Sophie as the writer
Rock a bitch it's Vyvanse on the rider
Ride-or-die it's Bonnie
Boy I'm bonafide at Riker's
White collar he's boofing me the blues
I buy him diapers
Recall every wrong so
Shonda Rhimes can write the pilot

Righteous, reprehending me on Reddit
Your arthritis flaring with your hypertension
Quit the typing, you're a user in my mentions
I'm a who's who and I'm benching
Every bitch who tried to press me it's

Pop pills off-label
'Bout to pop off no label
'Bout to pop tags off labels
Pop pussy on the lunch table
It's the new pop shit
That you came for
I make it rain and shine
Make the plot twist
Hip waist ratio 'em every time
I make 'em, in every line
Way I got mommies in the midsize
Sedans planning out a homicide

This is season 69 of Snapped
They found a head in my sewing basket
With needles through his eyes
He was a rat bastard
Caught him masturbating to Bratz packaging
That was meant for Samantha's Hanukkah present
At present they're recommending
My episode in the rec room
I'll wreck you if I don't get residual checks too
That's my ruined reputation on the TV station
Swore the affidavit on my notes application

Ten-hut, sluts at attention
This is for the bitches so full of shame
It's a penitentiary
I reject any and all attempts
Here-forth to neglect me
He thought he was a
Knight in shining armor
He's a chess piece

Chest piece, head ass, tattoos
Fuck I'd call him Daddy for
He's out here busting cashews
It's cash only
He's hard still and it's
Go homely or Gofundme
Giddy up with your little pony

Pop pills off-label
'Bout to pop off no label
'Bout to pop tags off labels
Pop pussy on the lunch table
It's the new pop shit
That you came for
I make it rain and shine
Make the plot twist
Hip waist ratio 'em every time
I make 'em, out every line
Way I got mommies in the midsize
Sedans planning out a homicide

Bitch I kill 'em every time
All they're hearing is the pop
Top secret shit if I let him hit the WAP
He gotta get me stepping sideways
Moving funny, walking wrong
I get an Uzi going vertical
He rock rock rock rock
Boy I get off on my money
They said I was ran through
Said hold my buddy
Light flex, Amex go black
With the publishing
Ragging to royalties
Cut me and I cut a covenant



Credits
Writer(s): Sophie Dillon
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