POP IT (feat. Yung Turk and BBY KODIE)

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(Yeah)
(Yung Turk)
(Yeah)
(Yeah we poppin', pop)
Bottom to top (Pop)
Yeah we poppin' never stop (Pop, pop)
Yeah we pop it like we glock it on the cop, yeah
Pullin up to the party, these shawties
Gettin' high on the regular
No chance to be with her
I get drunk on liquor
I came through, I came out the winner
I eat up the dinner, I ain’t no sinner
All these diamonds on my teeth, yeah they glow
All the ice on my wrist, yeah they glow
Makin' all these beats, yeah he on the track
Look at all these bands, look at us we stacked yeah
We don't got no time, he just through a dime yeah
I don't got no time, look I'm in my prime yeah
That ain't some ice, that's a night light
This ain't a dream this is my life
All my life and time goes kee kee
Goin' back to your place, it all goes skee skee
Ain't nobody gonna let me free
What you want from me, let me be
Why you comin' why you follow me
All the boys chillin' at the Marquis
Everything gotta cost, no it’s not free
Let me be, just give it to me
Bottom to top (Pop)
Yeah we poppin' never stop (Pop, pop)
Yeah we pop it like we glock it on the cop, yeah
Pullin up to the party, these shawties
Gettin' high on the regular
No chance to be with her
I get drunk on liquor
I came through, I came out the winner
I eat up the dinner, I ain’t no sinner
Real H-Town, we don't play around
Bad bitch, ass up, in the face, stand down
Walk into the booth, fill the bag, Imma lay it down
Real g's move in silence, I don't say a sound
She get a whole crew done, that's a crewneck
Real ice now, they wearin' Cuban
She gon' pop it for you, young and from Houston
I get bread, they don't want it like gluten
(Ooh) Took her to Bangkok
(Ooh) She made that thing pop
Road to the top
She been fuckin' with a star
Tell her she been fuckin' with a star
Roof for the star
Chevrolet, want the sex in the stall
Patterned Rolex, she got the set from the car
And we did jets, we flyin' jets with the guys
Four with the set, and we ain't save her in time
Four with the set, and then you say your goodbyes
We don't do that chit-chat shit
Please get your bitch back, bitch
Stock market lifestyle, we rich that shit
Police come, nigga we flip that shit
Give him a lil' bit of bread, they forget that shit
We got too much money and too much power to be goin' broke
How you niggas showin' all the money but your 4 and 0
Unpaid off, and all you niggas live in lies, I can see that too
And now we made it to the top, wish you could see this view
Bottom to top (Pop)
Yeah we poppin' never stop (Pop, pop)
Yeah we pop it like we glock it on the cop, yeah
Pullin up to the party, these shawties
Gettin' high on the regular
No chance to be with her
I get drunk on liquor
I came through, I came out the winner
I eat up the dinner, I ain’t no sinner
Bottom to top (Pop)
Yeah we poppin' never stop (Pop, pop)
Yeah we pop it like we glock it on the cop, yeah
Pullin up to the party, these shawties
Gettin' high on the regular
No chance to be with her
I get drunk on liquor
I came through, I came out the winner
I eat up the dinner, I ain’t no sinner

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