"Pop Shit" lyrics

Keep everything on
Blaze always
Nigga this only 19,000
(Yo check this shit out)
I want my thousand dollars now
I don't give a fuck
I went up in the club
And like a thousand niggas
A thousand chicks
Was doing the James Brown
Get the fuck out of here
I'm like, "Oh shit"
You lying, you lying
Shit was real son
Stop lying man
Cream Team walked in
We started doing it
Wild man
Feel me?
So what happened, let me on

Ayo, ayo
E-lec-tric slide on them niggas
Drive by on them niggas
Show 'em that killers is live and fly figures
Fruit-flavored Nikes
Now I'm in a 600 white piece
Send half my love out to wife
Fillin' out tax reports
Lookin' live up in Guess shorts
Bitches show love and support
Table teaspoons
Fake goons with balloons shit it out
Make room
How them niggas ate straight tunes yo
Horror flick scriptures
Godfather flicks
Super friends equal foul niggas
Bar miss you'll flip yo
Aim the nozzle
With the head brace the bottle
Get your dang licked
6,000 square feet
Paid shit
Stretch Auroras in Florida
Kilo's comin' out of water
Watch me slaughter
Take your daughter over yo
Space shit
Boat across your shit
Cargo shit
Well Fargo got Renaldo's shit
Reclining chair
Drunk billionaire
Willie like a bear
The whole block suck cock on a leap year
No remorse
Heavy plaque red and white
Eddie Bauer Jaws
'Bout the bitch smack fire out of yours
Pens bleeding
Got my shit soft
Figure like Ike Frost
Icy chain
Cop and hangin' on a horse
Lame's laws
Got your name crossed
You cannot claim boss
Unless he kiss braid hair
That ain't yours
Fly statistics lystics
Slang optimistic
Two bats a tie and a biscuit
Kissed it
Mm-aa
Diamond on the wrist kid
Misfit
Bought it like a ten-dollar outfit
Pop Shit get your house lit
Straight up
The route mouse shit
Get your style shit
I announced it
Slang lordy yo
Staring at my man Gordy Laury
The bitch bought 'em on
She'll reward me
Flossed it, cost it, tossed it
The same Main Source shit
You at the BBQ eatin' horse dick
Sneak up link up
Nigga tie your sneaker
You wink what
Speed it up
Caught you in that beated up truck it was luck
Fuck paid your uncle 30 bucks
Ran in your shit
Blew you with your hands in your nuts
Louis
That's the same crew as those
Milwaukee brewers
Rocking Wu shoes with Kaoluas
Time for lotti
Bald Gotti here
Don't make me throw shots trough your body
Everybody out of here
That's my word
God through Shakespeare 'ere
Take me there
Get you fastened
And take clear
It's so real we might face years
Cuddled up in HDMs
Chill baby on and a nigga here
You start screamin' and you're scared
And shorty came on last year
And lapped danced my man for a wack pair
I'll I smell it in your hair
My faculties remained clear
Pussy in a refrigerator back here
Damn watch your mouth
Hear it on the air
Like a grand prize
Freak nigga that taps shit