Pop Shit

You know what's up Yeah bitch you know what's up Got my pockets up Count it up and round it up Yeah I talk that hot shit But I can back it up They can't hang with is Lil bitch don't even bring it up They outta order Ice my neck, f*ck deporters And I be smokin' on these backwoods Like a nigga from Florida, play with ya daughter Fake and shit fishy like my sun A pisces wifey Screamin' f*ck the few, I just want the one Ain't one like me Ten's a given and a bitch one of none Keep it comin' I be out here huntin' These bitches be runnin' Niggas frontin' Claimin' they got somethin' knowin' it ain't nothin' Rollin', Overflowin' Real colors be showin' I be knowin' I just pocket shit keep goin' like it's stolen Bitch I'm swollen Took a fall and that shit took it's toll And now I'm holdin' Can't trust new niggas cause new niggas be foldin' These bitches watchin' me, copy me, follow me He like how I ride the beat Tupac all these eyes on me He know I come with that hot shit F*ck a lame cause they ain't gon stop shit And you know I'm always gon pop shit Like pop shit, pop pop shit He don't wanna talk He just wanna kick it I say what I walk I run up them digits If I say im bout it Lil baby I'm with it He want that KO That knockout no-limit They know imma boss Lil mama gon get it F*ck what it cost Imma take it or imma spend it She took a loss when she started flippin' My pockets Rick Ross But this weight ain't dippin' F*ck all that talkin' I want me a million So I can pop out with some big headed children You know how I'm comin' You see how I'm livin' I know that you feel me, the vibe that I'm givin' If you see em with me Just watch what you sayin' Cause I keep it G If we layin' I'm sprayin' Bitch I'm really bout it Pull up, pop up out it Gon hit you in public You diss me in private These bitches watchin' me, copy me, follow me He like how I ride the beat Tupac all these eyes on me He know I come with that hot shit F*ck a lame cause they ain't gon stop shit And you know I'm always gon pop shit Like pop shit, pop pop shit And you know what's up Yeah bitch you know what's up Got my pockets up Count it up and round it up Yeah I talk that hit shit But I can back it up You can't hang with us Lil bitch don't even bring it up These bitches watchin' me, copy me, follow me He like how I ride the beat Tupac all these eyes on me He know I come with that hot shit F*ck a lame cause they ain't gon stop shit And you know I'm always gon pop shit Like pop shit, pop pop shit