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Pop Shit
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Pop Shit was released on January 10, 2020 by 300 Entertainment as a part of the album Self Conscious
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Release DateJanuary 10, 2020
Label300 Entertainment
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM62

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
TLE Cinco
TLE Cinco
Vocals

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I'm spendin' ten racks, how I started my day
These **** love to hate
We get to pullin' on blocks, **** jump in the gate
Coulda fucked first night, got the face
I can see the racks on Casey, this shit outrageous
Pockets like a phone book, got pages
I don't fuck with these ****, they callin' me racist
Fuck **** play, we erase 'em, gang
[Verse 2]
Reach for my chain, don't do that
We on these fuck **** top like some hair in a do-rag
Dropped fifteen hundred on a shoe bag
Fifty percent GD, other fifty throwin' blue rags
Gotta be worth it, I'm spendin' my cash on it
Bankroll green like grass on it
Hop in a bitch, skirt off, this bitch got no tag on it
No Jimmy Neutron, I'ma blast, homie, ay
[Verse 3]
This shit here ain't nowhere else
I got this shit off the top shelf, ay
Cookin' this shit like Top Chef
I can not go on stage if I can't bring my Glock there
Trap house jumpin' out the gym, we got hops there
Pulled up to make a play, it was cops there, ay
Spent five times one day, tried to pop some
And I'm doing all my shows, give a fuck if it's the opps there
[Verse 4]
Ay, I'ma spazz out, crash out
In the streets like the verses, I ain't goin' for three bands now
I'ma cash chow, I'ma cash out
He tried to keep up with money, but lil' buddy, he done ran out
We had spinned in a Benz, we done ran down
He wan' shoot a little nine, but this mack-ninety stand out
Walked in the room had her ass out
I'm countin' dineros, I'm handlin' my business, I'm a man now
[Verse 5]
Roll up the opps and we smoke 'em
I got my dick in her mouth, in her throat, I'ma choke her
I can barely breathe, thick, gold choker
We got foreigns and old schools, Dre pull up on a floater
Phone ringin', think I need a Motorola
Cinco a migo, I do this shit here for the culture
I'ma shoot and he gon' shoot too
I ain't do no talkin', we just get to blowin' like a flute
[Verse 6]
Bitch, I'm a country boy, stop all the sense and that
No back in, I ain't coming out, ay
Hit it from the back and I pull her hair
I get to pull up and shoot, swear to god, don't know who to spare
Ice on my neck like a cooler there
.308 bullets so big, swear to god I can shoot a bear
Say you got racks, who you foolin' there?
Truckload pull up and treat the scene like a shoot and count
[Verse 7]
I get to floatin' and rollin' in motion
They like, "lil' ****, stop that"
I keep the strap, swear to god, they know I'ma pop that
I don't beef with lil' boys, where your pops at?
He done went broke, now his baby mama all on my chop set
She givin' long neck like a ostrich
I stay flyer than the two lil' dudes in the cockpit
No 4th of July, I'ma pop shit
Written by: Barrian Flowers, Johnathan Coleman, Kelante Buskey
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