Pop It

(You'll fly too if you link up with French)

(Eco havin' sauce, baby)

Bitch-ass ****

Yeah

On God

Got lil' ManMan in this house

Jay in this ho, Coff in this ho

Hey

You only put this shit on on your B-day

Call back, want some more, same spot, instant replay

I could do this shit hands-on

Man, Ski work the whip, kiss the curb, he'll speedrace

Grand Theft Auto, livin' life like I'm CJ

Might set up shop up on an opp block, hmm

Be cautious while drivin' down 8 Block

Uh, it's eight seconds and I went for the shot clock, ayy

Never had shit, that's why I splurge

Humble ****, so quick in these streets

Catch you loafin', six-two hit your car, make it swerve

Can't never go by what you heard

If I ain't see it myself, I ain't vouchin'

**** broke in these streets, I can really put you on, come cop you some cheap-ass ounces

When I up this bitch, they crouchin'

Mad-ass 'Cat, this ho grouchy, mmm

Rockin' this bitch from the South to Bay

I done hit a speed bump, this ho bouncin'

For the two, I could throw you a four

You the guys, I'll throw you a five

My face card valid, you just in disguise

One question, then you gettin' declined

Finessin', I'm takin' 'em down, down

Like if he'll take four, he'll go for the three

Runnin' this bitch like it's track and field

Still up in the mud with some exotic cleats

No basic, I like exotic freaks

'Fore I was rappin' on the beat, I was wrappin' a P

Four-oh fifty-round Glock 23

And this bitch got a switch, so it won't skip a beat

Whole time, he wasn't rockin' with me

'Fore I rock with a ****, I'll rock him to sleep

Honest with the bitch, but you're flodgin' to me

Still with the same **** that started with me

Ain't 'bout money, why you botherin' me?

Drac' bite a **** ass, you look starvin' to me

No plays-ass **** too sorry to me

Should've kept that song, shit garbage to me

Ayy, every time, I pop it

You ain't fuck with us, ****, stop it

Can't go get your gun when you come out the club

'Cause my **** done already done bopped it

Ayy, stay on point, won't go for shit, never movin' sloppy

Ayy, money stuffed in my britches, fallin' out of my pocket

Know every time, I gotta pop it, ayy