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Gucci Mane

"Pop sh*t"

[Intro: Takeoff]
Ayy
DY crazy
Ayy, you know who done f*cked up right, you
Uh
Yeah, you
Yo, you too n*gga
Yo yo, you too n*gga
Let me pop my sh*t, yeah you too n*gga
Backends we get, pop it
8-8-808 Mafia
Your ho been hit
Oh you talkin' 'bout your b*tch?
The wrist been lit (ice)
Live like this
Nah for real n*gga

[Verse 1: Takeoff]
Hundred K spent on my wrist lil n*gga
Breakin' that pot and that dope gon' triple
I left a tip for your b*tch my n*gga
I f*ck her mouth, her throat got bigger
Pull up and hop out the car, drip
f*ck on a b*tch, she a star, drip
Buy it and f*ck what it cost, drip
Try it and get knocked off, brrt
They gon' eat the dab up, Jaws
Never shop, crib came with a mall
Free my n*ggas that's behind the wall
Ain't gon' stop till they free my n*ggas all
I can make a movie, Seagal
No dribble, I ball
And roll up a Backwood with Cookie as fat as a log
Then hop in the frog
I'ma go'n pop my sh*t
I'ma pull up at six
Number one, first draft pick
Coupe, it came with the kit
Real n*ggas all around me
Lot of pus*y n*ggas still exist
Draco right under my trench
Starter b*tches on my bench
The cookie pack came dense

[Chorus: Takeoff]
Pop sh*t, pop sh*t, pop sh*t, pop sh*t
Pop sh*t, pop sh*t, pop sh*t (pop)
Pop sh*t, pop-pop-pop sh*t
Pop sh*t, pop sh*t, pop sh*t, pop sh*t (pop)
Pop sh*t, pop sh*t, pop sh*t, pop sh*t
Pop sh*t, pop sh*t, pop sh*t (pop)
Pop sh*t, pop-pop-pop sh*t
Pop sh*t, pop sh*t, pop sh*t, pop sh*t (pop)

[Post-Chorus: Takeoff]
I'ma gon' to pop my sh*t
Hold on, let me talk my sh*t
Tell her don't look my way
n*gga, I'll buy your b*tch
No wings attached
You don't get fly like this
No strings attached
I'ma pop my sh*t

[Verse 2: Offset]
Don't be poppin', get caught with the sawed-off (poppin')
Whippin' cocaine, cookin' product (coke)
Break down the dope like it's sawdust (break down)
Look what the grind done bought us (look)
Catch the b*tches (catch), but I don't fetch the b*tches (no)
Catch your b*tch, I ain't hit her, I was thinkin' about your feelings (here you go)
I'ma glide on your b*tch, do you hear me? (glide)
Shooter on the bench and pop wheelies (brrt)
QC n*gga, pop millions (woo)
We ain't gonna talk about the feelings (nah)
We ain't gotta talk about the gremlins (nah)
Paid shooters 'round me chillin' (baow)
Pop it off baby, start kneeling (pop it off)
Give me my racks off the dribble (racks)
My papa pull up in a lizard (pull up)
The eyes on that b*tch like a gizzard (eyes)
I get the money so vivid (racks)
Young n*gga I'm makin history (history)
Set not going for dissing (nah)
On a jet when I'm flying the distance (jet)
Bad b*tch she an assistant (b*tch)
Drive the bricks to Michigan (woo)

[Chorus: Takeoff]
Pop sh*t, pop sh*t, pop sh*t, pop sh*t
Pop sh*t, pop sh*t, pop sh*t (pop)
Pop sh*t, pop-pop-pop sh*t
Pop sh*t, pop sh*t, pop sh*t, pop sh*t (pop)
Pop sh*t, pop sh*t, pop sh*t, pop sh*t
Pop sh*t, pop sh*t, pop sh*t (pop)
Pop sh*t, pop-pop-pop sh*t
Pop sh*t, pop sh*t, pop sh*t, pop sh*t (pop)

[Post-Chorus: Takeoff]
I'ma gon' to pop my sh*t
Hold on, let me talk my sh*t
Tell her don't look my way
n*gga, I'll buy your b*tch
No wings attached
You don't get fly like this
No strings attached
I'ma pop my sh*t

[Verse 3: Quavo]
Pop my sh*t, I pop it (pop it)
Whole lotta bullets in the cartridge
Told 'em, trust the process (trust it)
I'ma break em down, diagnostics (break it)
Cup of the drank too toxic (woo)
Stashin' the pint in the c*ckpit (stashin')
Your b*tch want my kids, she swallowed it (uhh)
Came back up for oxygen (up)
FN make a n*gga move (move, move)
Put a f*ck n*gga on the news (news, news)
Mama drunk, let you drank booze (mama)
'Cause her son done turned into food (damn)
Big name came with the weight (woo)
Rear cam all in the plates (yeah)
Mix it in dog food, baked (skrt)
Finesse me a n*gga out of state (jugg)
You turned to a woman, Cait (Jenner)
Crisp back the lawn, mow the snakes (renter)
Stick to the money, pace (stuck)
Hit the gas to the top, it's a race (top)
My wrist, can't stop, Ma$e (woo)
Give a b*tch my c*ck, the taste (here)
Got a M in the locked suitcase (cash)
Mama found it when she broke the vase (damn ma)

[Chorus: Takeoff]
Pop sh*t, pop sh*t, pop sh*t, pop sh*t
Pop sh*t, pop sh*t, pop sh*t (pop)
Pop sh*t, pop-pop-pop sh*t
Pop sh*t, pop sh*t, pop sh*t, pop sh*t (pop)
Pop sh*t, pop sh*t, pop sh*t, pop sh*t
Pop sh*t, pop sh*t, pop sh*t (pop)
Pop sh*t, pop-pop-pop sh*t
Pop sh*t, pop sh*t, pop sh*t, pop sh*t (pop)

[Post-Chorus: Takeoff]
I'ma gon' to pop my sh*t
Hold on, let me talk my sh*t
Tell her don't look my way
n*gga, I'll buy your b*tch
No wings attached
You don't get fly like this
No strings attached
I'ma pop my sh*t

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