POP lyrics

[Intro]
Straight bars
Bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bah (I'm working on dying)

[Verse 1]
Got a b*tch, yeah, she look so good
But on the real, she in denial
Diamond water, yeah, it look like a river
Look like I'm standing in the Nile
If you really didn't get the last line
Then your level on the brain of a child
Pay attention, better do the right thing
Or your pus*y ass still workin' at Sal's

[Chorus]
I'm the n*gga make your b*tch wanna pop (Yeah)
I'm the n*gga make your b*tch wanna pop (Yeah)
I'm the n*gga make your b*tch wanna drop (Yeah)
I'm the n*gga that your b*tch wanna top (Yeah)
Man, she going dumb, she don't stop
Put it in her mouth, make her jaw lock
Hellcat faster than your whip stock
So why would I tell you 'bout the whips that I got?
I'm the n*gga make your b*tch wanna pop (Yeah)
I'm the n*gga make your b*tch wanna pop (Yeah)
I'm the n*gga make your b*tch wanna drop (Yeah)
I'm the n*gga that your b*tch wanna top (Yeah)
Man, she going dumb, she don't stop
Put it in her mouth, make her jaw lock
Hellcat faster than your whip stock
So why would I tell you 'bout the whips that I got? (Yeah, let's go)
[Verse 2]
Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop
Pop that ass, pop that ass, do the dash
I be runnin' out of gas
Every time I go to the mall just to pop the tags
I don't really cop nothin' at the mall
First time at the mall, copped it all
Said, "A hundred thousand," so I dropped it all
And that wasn't my whole bankroll
Body roll, waist roll, waist roll
Make a b*tch do what I say so
Waist trained, got a b*tch, taste just like ice cream
Read her text, she said, "Girl, I scream"
Shot a n*gga with a 17
Lil Uzi, yeah, I'm from the 16
Got a million, no Christine
Neck gleam, wrist gleam, fist gleam
Lil' n*gga but I'm doin' big things
You ain't ever seen a n*gga this clean
Pants cost two K, big jeans
And my shoes cost like sixteen
Hunnid, n*gga, that's just what I bleed
Turned a dead n*gga to a blunt of weed
And that last boy taste like Reggie
'Cause I just lit up Philly
[Chorus]
I'm the n*gga make your b*tch wanna pop
I'm the n*gga make your b*tch wanna pop
I'm the n*gga make your b*tch wanna drop
I'm the n*gga that your b*tch wanna top (Let's go)
I'm the n*gga make your b*tch wanna pop (Let's go)
I'm the n*gga make your b*tch wanna pop (Let's go)
I'm the n*gga make your b*tch wanna drop (Let's go, let's go)
I'm the n*gga that your b*tch wanna pop (Yeah)
I'm the n*gga make your b*tch wanna pop (Yeah)
I'm the n*gga make your b*tch wanna drop (Yeah)
I'm the n*gga that your b*tch wanna top (Yeah)
I'm the n*gga make your b*tch wanna pop (Uh-huh)
I'm the n*gga make your b*tch wanna pop (Ew)
I'm the n*gga make your b*tch wanna drop (Yeah)
I'm the n*gga that your b*tch wanna top (Yeah)

[Verse 3]
Multi b*tches
Multi, multi, multi, multi, multi-grain on my granola bar
Got a multi, multi, bow tie when I rock my Dior
Multi, multi, multi, multi, multi-million dollar deals (Let's go)
I'ma keep it real
Armstrong, marathon when I'm on a bike like my name Mill (Let's go, let's go, let's go)
I can make her kneel, beggin' on her knees
Beggin' me please, so she can see the deal
I ain't never lackin', I ain't never love her
Been alone from little boy so I don't need your opinion
I been gettin' money, n*gga, I been gettin' plenty
I can f*ck your b*tch, make her bounce on a Bentley
I was on a Perky 30, she was on the Henny
Wait, she was f*ckin' you, who? Your cousin Vinny?
That boy rat, he mouse, she Minnie
f*ckin' that b*tch and now she tryna spin me
No, and this is no Iovine, not talkin' 'bout Jimmy
Kill these n*ggas every day like they Kenny
If you want money, back Crawford like Cindy
And if you want more, then you better get near me
I flex on my haters, pull up, threw a fifty
Yo' b*tch on my di*k and her breath smellin' minty
I went to the store and got me some Vetements
Some Pradas, Balenci', Balenci', Balenci'
I spend it all on that lil' b*tch
Balenci', Balenci', Balenci', Balenci', Balenci'
Balenci', Balenci', Balenci', Balenci', Balenci'
Balenci', Balenci', Balenci', Balenci', Balenci'
I'm movin', I'm drippin', got sauce and I'm swaggin'
'Cause it easy with your b*tch on me, no, you can't kiss me
[Chorus]
I'm the n*gga make your b*tch wanna pop (Yeah)
I'm the n*gga make your b*tch wanna pop (Yeah)
I'm the n*gga make your b*tch wanna drop (Yeah)
I'm the n*gga that your b*tch wanna top (Yeah)
I'm the n*gga make your b*tch wanna pop (Yeah)
I'm the n*gga make your b*tch wanna pop (Yeah)
I'm the n*gga make your b*tch wanna drop (Yeah)
I'm the n*gga make your b*tch wanna pop (Yeah)
I'm the n*gga make your b*tch wanna pop (Yeah)
I'm the n*gga make your b*tch wanna drop (Yeah)
I'm the n*gga that your b*tch wanna top (Yeah)
I'm the n*gga make your b*tch wanna pop (Yeah)
I'm the n*gga make your b*tch wanna pop (Yeah)
I'm the n*gga make your b*tch wanna drop (Yeah)
I'm the n*gga that your b*tch wanna top (Yeah)

[Outro]
Pop, pop
I'm working on dying
Drop, drop
What the f*ck?
Abducted