"Pop Ya Shit" lyrics

Shorty lurkin' on my page, better watch me flow
Hit the boomerang
And let her watch me slow
Hit the zoom again
And let her watch me close
Not to boast
I made it in your face like hibachi stoves
(Wok wok wok)
I love dealing with a rich nigga
'Cause he gon' trick and
I'mma trick
But he gon' trick biggger
My last nigga was a fraud
It was a big difference
I gave my heart
This nigga put it on a bitch picture

All black in a Range
And it's been a year
The Cartier cover the frame of these Denim Tears
I occupy the lane of the game these bitches fear
I mean really what the fuck is you sayin'? these bitches weird
You a bottom feeder
Me? I'm in Ottolinger
Winter, spring, summer and autumn
I order either
I'm in area... The Attico, JPG
I'm in Gallery, Givenchy, in Dion Lee
I mean the Webster
Yeah they text me like every week
And the collection?
No question
Just get me 3
I - get respect without twerkin' for 'em
Up in the stu
I get checks without working for 'em
I'm Twitter Blue
Civil with it who?
Me? bicker with you?
I'm like RSV mixed with the Covid:
Sicker than flu
I put r&b
Mix it with poetry
This is new...
You take Lauryn, me, jigga, and H.E.R.
And you get the truth
You think you Big Meech?
(Whistle)
A big reach
You's a big bitch
Start calling you big sis

... I could never talk to lil' homie
The little guy
Who gotta wait for the big homie to get the tab
The last up
The casper
The little nigga they send to go get some backwoods
(Uhhh)
I'm just cringing at the thought
Ben Simmons when in Philly
I'm just sitting on the floor
Like, oh boy