Pop Shit

Baby on the gram actin' bad, she is not shit

**** actin' like they NBA and got his top hit

I ain't YBC and I ain't from Philly, but I pop shit

Did that lil indictment, it was phony, they ain't stop shit

I just bought a line of Quay and Wock, Bae this is not Tris

Brodie over D.O.C, tryna hit him with some hot piss

I can take a brick of 36 and I go, uh-huh

I can take a brick of 36 and I go bougie on him

He was yelling, switch and ARP, we put the Uzi on him

This ain't Clay Stacks, when we caught him, shot a movie for him

He was playing that 50, now they asking, did I do it to him?

Now they asking, did I do it to him?

She was acting bad on the gram, she is not this

I make all my sales, stream my music, ‘fore you buy this

I'm like, what you want? He hit me back and he said, five clips

I told him, slow down, but in my mind, I'm about to drive quick

Straight drop, drive with, I put a few grams on the top, I told him try this

I gave him a tester, what's the reading? He was high as shit

He was high as shit, talkin' bout a petty thousand dollars, that's just five bips

I be on your ass like that lil' stick that's on a violin

Bro just beat a body, he caught five and he got five in

So you know he ready to come home

My momma found my gun, and she said bitch don't bring this gun home

But ma, if I ain't got it, swear to God I'm gon' get done wrong

Remember I was locked inside my cell, I couldn't come home

I'm fabricated, I just pulled two lines inside my soda, got me agitated

I couldn’t get no pussy in my cell, so you know I had masturbated

Fucked up in the head, but they dont know a ****, uh-huh

Fucked up in the head, but they don't know I'm really educated

When I drop, I never thought, I never thought I would, I would never make it

I don't want the bitch, her head was cool, but she was hella basic

She know I'm a big dog and her **** really feather-weighted