Pop Ya Shit

shorty lurkin’ on my page, better watch me flow

hit the boomerang

and let her watch me slow

hit the zoom again

and let her watch me close,

not to boast

i made it in your face like hibachi stoves

(WOK WOK WOK)

i love dealing with a rich ****

‘Cause he gon’ trick and

I’mma trick

but he gon’ trick biggger

my last **** was a fraud

it was a big difference

i gave my heart,

this **** put it on a bitch picture

all black in a Range,

And it’s been a year

The Cartier cover the frame of these Denim Tears

I occupy the lane of the game these bitches fear

i mean really what the fuck is you sayin’? these bitches weird

You a bottom feeder,

me? I’m in Ottolinger,

winter, spring, summer and autumn ,

i order either

im in AREA…The Attico, JPG,

im in Gallery, Givenchy, in Dion Lee

i mean the Webster,

yeah they text me like every week

and the collection ?

no question

just get me 3

i — get respect without twerkin’ for ‘em

up in the stu

i get checks without working for ‘em,

im Twitter Blue

Civil with it who?

me? bicker with you?

im like RSV mixed with the Covid:

sicker than flu

i put r&b,

mix it with poetry

this is new..

you take Lauryn, me, jigga, and H.E.R.

and you get the truth

You think you Big Meech?

(Whistle)

A big reach

you’s a big bitch,

start calling you big sis

…i could never talk to lil’ homie

the little guy

who gotta wait for the big homie to get the tab

the last up

the casper

the little **** they send to go get some backwoods

(Uhhh)

im just cringing at the thought

Ben Simmons when in Philly,

i’m just sitting on the floor,

Like, oh boy