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[Intro]
Ricky!!
Pussies get popped , popped
Queen sh*t, b*tch

[Verse 1]
Pussies get popped
Broke ass n*ggas can’t even make it off the block
Heard his mans locked up, so his money stop
Heard he really [???] so he got his ass shot
pus*y ass n*ggas get shot everyday (everyday, b*tch)
Queen Key don’t give a f*ck what nobody be sayin’ (b*tch)
‘Lotta hoes mad ‘cause a lot of hoes gay (aye)
‘Lotta hoes mad ‘cause I stole hoes bae (aye)
Get in line if you want my time gotta pay (where my money, b*tch)
If I’m lyin’, then I’m dyin’, b*tch, I’m here to stay (b*tch)
If a n*gga tweak, then a n*gga gotta lay (lay down)
Why would I be sorry if a n*gga tried to play (straight clown)
Nowadays n*ggas mad ‘cause you ain’t they b*tch (not cha b*tch)
Put this pus*y on’em shortie instantly pus*y whipped (pus*y whipped)
Left his ass blue by the ball, he a crip (ugh)
Tongue in my sh*t by the mouth he a chef
I don’t care, I’ma real b*tch when it come down to it, I can wear my real hair (yo b*tch baldhead)
I’m a bad b*tch it don’t even matter what the f*ck I’m gon’ wear (yea)
At least I’m on there
Thats another level, b*tch (b*tch)
Yo b*tch look like she don’t care (what the f*ck)
[Chorus]
Yeah
Pussies get popped
Pussies ass n*ggas get shot, shot, shot (shot, shot, shot, shot, shot)
Ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha
Pussies get shot (pop, pop)


[Verse 2 Dreezy]
It’s the Balenciaga brat (brat), spent fifteen up in Saks (Saks)
Found out yo hoe was broke, so I just sent that n*gga back (send his ass back)
All these b*tches wanna be like me, it feel like I got hacks (what the f*ck)
Say he wanna drink that brown and he ain’t talkin’ bout that ‘Gnac (lil b*tch)
Long money, (what’s up) ima paid b*tch when it come down to it, I can spend my own money (big dreams)
If I cross roads with a opp ass b*tch, on God I’m bone thuggin’ (on God)
Best dressed like homecoming
I just got head from a n*gga now he lookin’ a b*tch like I owe’em something
Tell a f*ck n*gga show the money (pay [???])
Carrots on me like Lola Bunny (carrots, n*gga)
In the booth with like forty on me (racks up)
To my b*tches this more than money (yeah, yeah)
My first kicks was Jordan’s
Lil n*gga, I was born to run it (I run this sh*t)
I be round shooter that pull ah fire everybody expect for the shorties (they’ll gun this sh*t)
Drezzy and Queen we the regime
You wanna play, put that b*tch on the team
b*tches want beef we gon make that hoe lean
My VVS wet got on Louis supreme (yeah, yeah)
I’m booked and tooken
Gon’ flex, I see you lookin’
If he slang di*k like a rookie tell that n*gga eat my pus*y
[Chorus]
Yeah
Pussies get popped
Pussies ass n*ggas get shot, shot, shot (shot, shot, shot, shot, shot)
Ha, ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha, ha
Pussies get shot (pop, pop)
Yeah
Pussies get popped
Ha, ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha, ha
Queen sh*t, b*tch