Pop It lyrics

(Verse 1)
Walk up on this b*tch with a hundred grand
Two rollies on my arm, another hundred grand
b*tch, let the money burn, n*gga no tan
Got a young b*tch, f*cking doing what she can she can!
Pop killa King Kong killa’
T-Raw the real deal thrilla in Manila
Make a b*tch pop (pop)
Pills ’till it’s dinna’
She a f*cking nympho, that’s why I f*ck with her
Whistle while you twerk pus*y singers all up in the club throwing up middle fingers
If you try snitch turn a b*tch to a hanger
Lay your sh*t out, now you’re planking, you’re planking
I’m saying!

(Hook)
One two and the b*tch came
Break a b*tch heart pouring out the champagne
Why you over there chilling with the little lames?
You ain't know, you ain't know that my sh*t bang?
Pop it b*tch
Pop pop pop
Pop it b*tch
Pop pop pop
Pop it b*tch
Pop pop pop
Pop it b*tch
One two and the b*tch came
Pop it b*tch
Pop pop pop
Pop it b*tch
Pop pop pop
Pop it b*tch
Pop pop pop
Pop it b*tch
All these hoes know my damn name
(Verse 2)
She don’t give brain, that’s a damn shame
I don’t find the sh*t funny like soul plane
Put ice on my wrist like the sh*t sprained
I’m just riding around getting it...two chains
Last King, Y.M.C.M gang
Everything dope b*tch where the Novocain
b*tchs saying I’m the bomb, oh man
Blow the pus*y up, heir to the sex game!
Roll 8, make them b*tches bend they back for laxed she gonna spaz
Make a scene like she act
Act stupid take a cab, oh you broke, oh your bad?
I don’t cuff hoes they just follow my command
I’m saying

(hook)

Lift that ass up, up
And bring that ass down, down
Bring that ass up, up
Shake that ass to the ground

(Hook)