Pop My Shit
Yeah
(Ayy, pull up, Lamb')
Big Glock
Uh, uh, uh (Bah, bah, bah)
Yeah, uh, uh, uh (Bah, bah, bah)
Yeah, uh, uh, uh (Bah, bah, bah)
Yeah, uh, uh, ayy (Yeah)
One thing I never ever ever needed was a bitch
If I ever chase one, you can slit my wrist
Yeah, Glock fallin' out and your boy's on the bench
Y'all pop a lot of shit, but can't pop it like this
Got an automatic Glock and it shoot so quick
You can run, you can hide, but I still won't miss
Yeah, just got the drop on a couple of my opps
So you know that I'm finna go and send the blitz
Ayy, money on my mind and bitches on my dick
Bitch, I'm tryna get with it, I don't wanna be rich
Ayy, diamonds jumpin' off my wrist
I remember them days, used to jump off a fence
Ayy, nowadays I jump off stages
If you hatin', I might jump in your bitch (Yeah)
Young nigga really too real for this game
Too street for this shit, like Marshawn Lynch
I hop in my whip, I fire my spliff
I light blue scripts, my home a Crip'
I ran up my money, I run up my—, yeah
I ran up that check, you just runnin' your— (Yeah)
My money so tall, my money so long
Got money over here, I got money over there
It's Big Glock, yeah, and I ain't nothin' like y'all
I ain't nothin' like him and I ain't nothin' like them
(Ain't nothin' like you, I ain't nothin' like them)
(I ain't nothin' like him, I am not one of them)
I told this bitch, I'm not no trick
I don't pay attention, I don't pay no bills
I got new money, I got new bread
I got old bread, this shit gettin' stale
I got new bitches, I got new money
But...
