Pop My Shxt
Aye, Matejko, I think that's the one, you know
Wait, did you say one
I don't give a fuck bout a nigga or a bitch
I pop out and pop my shit
I don't give a fuck bout a nigga or a bitch
I pop out and pop my shit
I don't give a fuck bout a nigga or a bitch
I pop out and pop my shit
I don't give a fuck bout a nigga or a bitch
I pop out and pop my shit
Bitch, I'm the truth
And that was no lie when I said it
Click, clack, and poof
I can get you removed like an edit
And I pop off first
Especially if I see where it's headed
We gon' have a dispute, nigga
Like I want you knocked off of my credit
Got a bitch, her name's Cece
I say, why you Cece
She tell me cause I like Chanel
Say, you more like a Fiji
She say, why you say that
I point at her cat and say, well
Keep my hands full, that way I
Ain't holdin' no L
And this drip I got on is Louis Vuitton
This shit never goin' on sale
And I don't fuck with 12
No, really, it's more than you think with me
Like, I don't even see that shit
Nigga, Ja Morant jersey is blank to me
I don't give a fuck about what the next nigga think of me
Ain't gotta tell a nigga what it is
Cause really, it's just what you think it be
Fuck Ya, I don't give a fuck bout a nigga or a bitch
I pop out and pop my shit
I don't give a fuck bout a nigga or a bitch
I pop out and pop my shit
Times get hard, but I never was one of them cry niggas
And we don't group up with no poo-putts
Only fuck with the fly niggas
Matter of fact, please do not come around
If you ain't one of my niggas
Speeding, pass em
Remember when I was behind niggas
All of my bitches be bad as
A two-year-old look like they fresh outta movie role
Keep on callin' a nigga
Just tell them that I'm in the studio, I don't
Look for trouble, but for it, I keep my little Toolio
Send you to gangstas' paradise
Your next song is gon' be with Coolio
Don, Julio straight got me too hype
Fuckin' the world and it's too tight
Do not bring her around me if you really want her
Cause nine out of ten, I'm your boo type
She throwin' peach its a food fight
A wolf, bitch, I howl at the moonlight
Niggas be actin' all goon-like
But those is the ones that my tool like
I don't give a fuck bout a nigga or a bitch
I pop out and pop my shit
I don't give a fuck bout a nigga or a bitch
I pop out and pop my shit
I don't give a fuck bout a nigga or a bitch
Wait, did you say one
I don't give a fuck bout a nigga or a bitch
I pop out and pop my shit
I don't give a fuck bout a nigga or a bitch
I pop out and pop my shit
I don't give a fuck bout a nigga or a bitch
I pop out and pop my shit
I don't give a fuck bout a nigga or a bitch
I pop out and pop my shit
Bitch, I'm the truth
And that was no lie when I said it
Click, clack, and poof
I can get you removed like an edit
And I pop off first
Especially if I see where it's headed
We gon' have a dispute, nigga
Like I want you knocked off of my credit
Got a bitch, her name's Cece
I say, why you Cece
She tell me cause I like Chanel
Say, you more like a Fiji
She say, why you say that
I point at her cat and say, well
Keep my hands full, that way I
Ain't holdin' no L
And this drip I got on is Louis Vuitton
This shit never goin' on sale
And I don't fuck with 12
No, really, it's more than you think with me
Like, I don't even see that shit
Nigga, Ja Morant jersey is blank to me
I don't give a fuck about what the next nigga think of me
Ain't gotta tell a nigga what it is
Cause really, it's just what you think it be
Fuck Ya, I don't give a fuck bout a nigga or a bitch
I pop out and pop my shit
I don't give a fuck bout a nigga or a bitch
I pop out and pop my shit
Times get hard, but I never was one of them cry niggas
And we don't group up with no poo-putts
Only fuck with the fly niggas
Matter of fact, please do not come around
If you ain't one of my niggas
Speeding, pass em
Remember when I was behind niggas
All of my bitches be bad as
A two-year-old look like they fresh outta movie role
Keep on callin' a nigga
Just tell them that I'm in the studio, I don't
Look for trouble, but for it, I keep my little Toolio
Send you to gangstas' paradise
Your next song is gon' be with Coolio
Don, Julio straight got me too hype
Fuckin' the world and it's too tight
Do not bring her around me if you really want her
Cause nine out of ten, I'm your boo type
She throwin' peach its a food fight
A wolf, bitch, I howl at the moonlight
Niggas be actin' all goon-like
But those is the ones that my tool like
I don't give a fuck bout a nigga or a bitch
I pop out and pop my shit
I don't give a fuck bout a nigga or a bitch
I pop out and pop my shit
I don't give a fuck bout a nigga or a bitch
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