P.m.S.

Pop my shit yeah, pop my shit (pop, pop, pop)
Pop my shit yeah, pop my shit (pop, pop, pop)
Pop my shit yeah, pop my shit
Pop my shit yeah, pop my shit

Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
(One-Five)

Pop (pop, pop)
There go my tag, bitch (wooh)
Sixty on the dash, all black jag, bitch (all black jag)
All these niggas on my dick, they wanna take my swag, bitch
Niggas chasin' hoes, I'm just chasin' for that bag, bitch

Hoo hey, he don't want no smoke with me
Hoo hey, I'mma pull up, SRT
Hoo hey, my circle tight like AMP
Hoo hey, I change the world like RDC (yuh)

(Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop)
That's my gun, yeah
(Pop, pop, pop) I just shoot that bitch for fun, yeah
(Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop)
Just like Uzi, yeah
(Pop, pop, pop) All the bad bitches in jacuzzi, yeah

Big body lamb truck, fuck up the parking lot
Then I pull up on the scene
I got that purp in my cup and that shit got me stuck
Yeah I'm high off the lean
I'm an Outkast nigga, I'm so fresh, so clean
You's a bitch ass nigga, get kicked off the team

Pop my shit yeah, pop my shit (pop, pop, pop)
Pop my shit yeah, pop my shit (pop, pop, pop)
Pop my shit yeah, pop my shit
Pop my shit yeah, pop my shit



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Writer(s): Emory Butler
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