Pop My Shit

歌詞

Talk my, I talk my shit Excuse my French, I talk my shit Wherever I'm at, I pop my shit, pop my shit, yeah Yeah, yeah I think I'm the shit, big as it gets Wrist cost a brick, I look like a lick Dior kicks, Chanel on my bitch Never mind me, I'm just poppin' my shit Keep that stick, that's a part of my 'fit Championship rings, can't ball up my fist Two hundred on the dash, every car that I get Never mind me, I'm just poppin' my shit I think I'm the shit, big as it gets Wrist cost a brick, I look like a lick Dior kicks, Chanel on my bitch Never mind me, I'm just poppin' my shit Keep that stick, that's a part of my 'fit Championship rings, can't ball up my fist Two hundred on the dash, every car that I get Never mind me, I'm just poppin' my shit I'm in the 'Cat with the red on the key I'm at the bank and an opp, I don't see Wanted somethin' real so she fuckin' with me 40K smile, so I say cheese Haters be quiet and they talk when I leave (Hah) Ain't no handouts, got nothing from nobody (Nope) I really spent me some M's with the jeweler Look at me, this how you wear a Bugatti Opened her purse and she brung out them racks (Too many) Literally, she in her bag I'm in somethin' fast, you hear when I snatch (Skrrt) But you don't see nothin' when I pass I'm fully focused, but full of the ZaZa (What's that?) That's what we call the exotic House a hotel, garage like a car lot (Everywhere) No money problems, so I pop it I think I'm the shit, big as it gets Wrist cost a brick, I look like a lick Dior kicks, Chanel on my bitch Never mind me, I'm just poppin' my shit Keep that stick, that's a part of my 'fit Championship rings, can't ball up my fist Two hundred on the dash, every car that I get Never mind me, I'm just poppin' my shit I think I'm the shit, big as it gets Wrist cost a brick, I look like a lick Dior kicks, Chanel on my bitch Never mind me, I'm just poppin' my shit Keep that stick, that's a part of my 'fit Championship rings, can't ball up my fist Two hundred on the dash, every car that I get Never mind me, I'm just poppin' my shit You know I'ma pop it, I'm havin' my way They wanna be me so they copy and paste (Paste) I'm in the latest, ain't nothin' out of date (Date) Fuck a stylist, I got flavor, got taste (Me) ICU, my right wrist sick (Hold up) Can't tell me nothin', I know I'm lit (No) Went Nino Brown, way I canceled that bitch Excuse my French, I talk my shit Six watches, big time Seats in the big body recline (Lay back) New body, she fine Lil' bitch ain't perfect but she mine (For me) Blue hundreds, pink fifties I'm lottery pick, the big ticket (Ugh) Pour red up, I'm Trippie Slow leak like faucet, I'm too drippy (Slip) I think I'm the shit, big as it gets Wrist cost a brick, I look like a lick Dior kicks, Chanel on my bitch Never mind me, I'm just poppin' my shit Keep that stick, that's a part of my 'fit Championship rings, can't ball up my fist Two hundred on the dash, every car that I get Never mind me, I'm just poppin' my shit I think I'm the shit, big as it gets Wrist cost a brick, I look like a lick Dior kicks, Chanel on my bitch Never mind me, I'm just poppin' my shit Keep that stick, that's a part of my 'fit Championship rings, can't ball up my fist Two hundred on the dash, every car that I get Never mind me, I'm just poppin' my shit