Big Shit Popper

If I walk down on that bitch know it's gone be a problem
And she keep playing in my face I bout to have to solve em
You think you know me but I promise you don't know shit lil mama
Because I get down for real no matter who had start the problem
Never been scary bitch so I gone talk my shit regardless
I getting money while you broke hoes making time for drama
I said go band for band you can't because all you got is dollars
I get so crazy on that hoe bet she don't want no problems
You just get on lil bitch stop acting like you lit and popping
You want this nigga back well you gone have to take me off him
You know we don't squash shìt so lil hoe don't you get me started
Been out of sight but on they mind swear I got bitches watching
Got out my feelings ran my bag up now I a fuckin monster
Back in that zone and once I in it all I want is commas
You wanna be me but you can't that's why your shit not popping
Still on my pussy bout that nigga bitch I been was off em

Been taking all these wins in silence and I can't tell nobody
This shit cold up in my head and I ain't from no projects
I not the one you want smoke with so choose a safer option
I ain't got time for no more niggas or they baby mamas
Thinking you bad gone get you knock quick bitch you better stop it
Don't call his phone till he get home when he wit me he off it
He eating pussy right now baby call him back tomorrow
Pretty and thick my mouth been slick ever since I had started talking
And all my life bitches ain't like me because I big and popping
Yea you can hate off me but baby I gone win regardless
Don't do it first I do it worse so please watch how we rocking
Cut out the fakes and living better then when I had started
I ran it up and bitches mad because they stuck at the bottom
Tried not to pop my shit it's hard to hide how far I've gotten
They see me winning like it ain't no pain up in my noggin
The people fuck with me because I know they like that I'm cocky
And I can rap bout what I want to baby who gone stop me
Can't rap bout bullshit though I tried but that's not how I rocking
Go check the score bitch I upped it ten times since I started
Like how you hating off a bitch that got more in her pockets
You need to take some notes and maybe not be doing the talking
A big shit popper swear I get it from my fucking father

Don't gotta show my hand come round me and you know I got it
Aint had no cash got off my ass I had to triple profit
Ain't getting money like me ain't no need to watch your pocket
Can tell just by your hair that you ain't really getting nothing
If you could be me bitch you would you been a fan since august
Better be careful with your nigga bitch I still can clock in
He keep on blowing up my line like damn I tried to stop this
Stop calling private lil bitch tell your man to back up off me
She trying hard to find a flaw them bitches can't stop watching
If that ain't fan behavior baby what the fuck you call it

Yeah if that ain't fan behavior baby what the fuck you call it
They say you dissing in your raps I rather die than watch it
Don't see no competition bitch I know you ain't gone top this
Not your opponent bitch I shouldn't even be your topic
I done with all you niggas damn I need another roster
Niggas with money all I asking from the Lord above me
I tried to love you niggas damn I see that ain't no option
Because niggas fuck off and treat down bitches like they ain't nothing
And now you mad I gave you to them bitches that you wanted
If you was smarter woulda kept me in your fucking corner
I do it better on my own I cool with being a loner



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Writer(s): Kavaisha Myers Myers
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