POP (feat. 8Keyz)

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ShortDogTx

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My trunk, let me pop my shit.
My collar, let me pop my shit.
My chopper, let me pop my shit.
My 9, let me pop my shit.
Now pop, pop, pop, pop, pop.
let me pop my shit.
Now pop, pop, pop, pop, pop.
let me pop my shit.

My top be always droppin'.
Bitch, you know we poppin.
I be steady stackin' paper.
While these hoes be ballin' blockin'.
And I be choppin' up they block.
Rollin' up that private stock.
See the whole world, they be shocked.
With the way that my trunk go pop.
Gotta keep me and knot so I work and I slang.
Stayin' on top in the head of the game.
Swingin' through the D with my trunk on bang.
Haters be mad when I do my thing.
Y'all boys can't hang cause I smoke that pressure.
Finna get the most, Dog, nothin' less'a.
Tryna get a bad bitch a finesse her.
Play with the bread that you leave on the stretcher.
It be my pleasure to leave you behind.
Cause you know that we be destined to shine.
I cannot sit here be wastin' my time.
I count up the racks and it's back to my grind.
Get outta line, get hit with the pump.
I just be ridin' and blowin' that skunk.
Up in that Trinity, you can get dumped.
Got four 12s, you could hear a big thump in the back of my trunk.

My trunk, let me pop my shit.
My collar, let me pop my shit.
My chopper, let me pop my shit.
My 9, let me pop my shit.
Now pop, pop, pop, pop, pop.
Let me pop my shit.
Now pop, pop, pop, pop, pop.
Let me pop my shit.

I'ma pop my shit, my block is lit.
All of my haters talk they shit.
Rockin' shit, pockets thick.
Look at these boppers flockin' quick.
Takin' pics, makin' flicks.
Getting paid, make haters sick.
Takin' trips, I'm breakin' bricks.
Man, I'm all about that paper, bitch.
Work all night and count in the mornin.
Roll that pine and get too sworn.
Back in 89, a G was born.
Grind full time, won't see me snorin.
Money don't sleep, man, wake that ass up.
Get your cash up, then we pour'n.
Back in the day, bitch, just ignore me.
Now I ain't fuckin' if she ain't foreign.
So off the chain, it ain't no thang.
Spendin' this money as quick as it came.
Spittin' until you remember the name.
A villian that's killin' , ahead of the game.
Ahead of my time, gettin' what's mine.
Swear to God, I'm livin' my life.
No more nickel and dime.
I shinin'n, Never gone press rewind.

My trunk, let me pop my shit.
My collar, let me pop my shit.
My chopper, let me pop my shit.
My 9, let me pop my shit.
Now pop, pop, pop, pop, pop.
Let me pop my shit.
Now pop, pop, pop, pop, pop.
Let me pop my shit.

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