Pop My Shit

Pop My Shit Lyrics

[Intro]
Talk my, I talk my sh*t
Excuse my French, I talk my sh*t
Wherever I’m at, I pop my sh*t, pop my sh*t, yeah
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
I think I’m the sh*t, big as it gets
Wrist cost a brick, I look like a lick
Dior kicks, Chanel on my b**ch
Never mind me, I’m just poppin’ my sh*t
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 sh*t
I think I’m the sh*t, big as it gets
Wrist cost a brick, I look like a lick
Dior kicks, Chanel on my b**ch
Never mind me, I’m just poppin’ my sh*t
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 sh*t

[Verse 1]
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 f**kin’ 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

[Chorus]
I think I’m the sh*t, big as it gets
Wrist cost a brick, I look like a lick
Dior kicks, Chanel on my b**ch
Never mind me, I’m just poppin’ my sh*t
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 sh*t
I think I’m the sh*t, big as it gets
Wrist cost a brick, I look like a lick
Dior kicks, Chanel on my b**ch
Never mind me, I’m just poppin’ my sh*t
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 sh*t

[Verse 2]
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I’m in the latest, ain’t nothin’ out of date (Date)
f**k 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 b**ch
Excuse my French, I talk my sh*t
Six watches, big time
Seats in the big body recline (Lay back)
New body, she fine
Lil’ b**ch 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)

[Chorus]
I think I’m the sh*t, big as it gets
Wrist cost a brick, I look like a lick
Dior kicks, Chanel on my b**ch
Never mind me, I’m just poppin’ my sh*t
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 sh*t
I think I’m the sh*t, big as it gets
Wrist cost a brick, I look like a lick
Dior kicks, Chanel on my b**ch
Never mind me, I’m just poppin’ my sh*t
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 sh*t