Pop Shit / Xtra

Yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah) Oh yeah, oh yeah (Clayco on the beat) Oh yeah, yeah (lonely) Oh yeah, yeah, yeah (lonely, lonely) Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (lonely, lonely) Oh yeah, yeah, yeah (lonely) Yeah I'm in this bitch, and I'm lit with my niggas Top floor, bitch, I'm posted with the killers Mob shit, nigga, something like Goodfellas And I pop this shit, nigga, any place, wherever And I know these bird bitches flock together And this clip long like a TV special And my money long, yes, I'm having extras Yes, they fuck with Lil Lone 'cause he don't do the extras, naw Bad bitch, she sexy, dawg Yeah, and ain't no way I'm stressin', naw And these niggas broke, not stressing y'all And this shit exclusive, it's not in the mall, nigga And I feel like my only purpose is to ball, nigga I was down bad, no, they wouldn't call a nigga Now I'm going up so they tryna call a nigga Yeah, I was skipping school, didn't have a locker We still screamin', "Free my dawg", straight out the lock-up I hate when my thumb lock up when I count up I hit a bad bitch right on the counter I heard he poppin' shit so we might drop him And I'm gon' make a flip, no, I'm not a flopper And I feel on your bitch, nigga, like a doctor Damn, I got too many hoes, I gotta problem Yeah I'm in this bitch, and I'm lit with my niggas Top floor, bitch, I'm posted with the killers Mob shit, nigga, something like Goodfellas And I pop this shit, nigga, any place, wherever And I know these bird bitches flock together And this clip long like a TV special And my money long, yes, I'm having extras Yes, they fuck with Lil Lone 'cause he don't do the extras, naw Hell naw, nigga The extras, naw Forever, dawg I make a flip, but I'm not a flopper Yeah, oh yeah No stylist