Pop It

(Verse 1)

Walk up on this bitch with a hundred grand

Two rollies on my arm, another hundred grand

Bitch, let the money burn, nigga no tan

Got a young bitch, fucking doing what she can she can!

Pop killa King Kong killa’

T-Raw the real deal thrilla in Manila

Make a bitch pop (pop)

Pills ’till it’s dinna’

She a fucking nympho, that’s why I fuck with her

Whistle while you twerk pussy singers all up in the club throwing up middle fingers

If you try snitch turn a bitch to a hanger

Lay your shit out, now you’re planking, you’re planking

I’m saying!

(Hook)

One two and the bitch came

Break a bitch heart pouring out the champagne

Why you over there chilling with the little lames?

You ain't know, you ain't know that my shit bang?

Pop it bitch

Pop pop pop

Pop it bitch

Pop pop pop

Pop it bitch

Pop pop pop

Pop it bitch

One two and the bitch came

Pop it bitch

Pop pop pop

Pop it bitch

Pop pop pop

Pop it bitch

Pop pop pop

Pop it bitch

All these hoes know my damn name

(Verse 2)

She don’t give brain, that’s a damn shame

I don’t find the shit funny like soul plane

Put ice on my wrist like the shit sprained

I’m just riding around getting it...two chains

Last King, Y.M.C.M gang

Everything dope bitch where the Novocain

Bitchs saying I’m the bomb, oh man

Blow the pussy up, heir to the sex game!

Roll 8, make them bitches bend they back for laxed she gonna spaz

Make a scene like she act

Act stupid take a cab, oh you broke, oh your bad?

I don’t cuff hoes they just follow my command

I’m saying

(hook)

Lift that ass up, up

And bring that ass down, down

Bring that ass up, up

Shake that ass to the ground

(Hook)