Pop My Shit

Talk my, I talk my shit

Excuse my French, I talk my shit

Wherever I'm at, I pop my shit

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I think I'm the shit, big as it gets

Wrist cost a brick, I look like a lick

Dior kicks, Chanel on my bitch

Never mind me I'm just poppin' my shit

Keep that stick, that's a part of my fit

Championship rings, can't ball up my fist

Two hundred on the dash, every car that I get

Never mind me I'm just pop my shit

I think I'm the shit, big as it gets

Wrist cost a brick, I look like a lick

Dior kicks, Chanel on my bitch

Never mind me I'm just poppin' my shit

Keep that stick, that's a part of my fit

Championship rings, can't ball up my fist

Two hundred on the dash, every car that I get

Never mind me I'm just pop my shit

I'm in a 'Cat, with the red on the key

I'm at the bank and a opp, I don't see

Wanted something real so she fuckin' with me

40K smile, so I say, "Cheese!"

Haters be quiet and they talk when I leave

Ain't no handouts, got nothin' for nobody (Nope)

I really spend me some M's with the jeweler

Look at me, this how you wear a Bugatti

Open them purses, she broke out them racks (Too many)

Literally, she in her bag, I'm in so fast, you hear when I snatch (Skrrt)

But you don't see nothin' when I pass

I'm fully focused, but full of the zaza (What's that?)

That what we call the exotic

House a hotel, garage like a car lot (Everywhere)

No money problems, so I pop it

I think I'm the shit, big as it gets

Wrist cost a brick, I look like a lick

Dior kicks, Chanel on my bitch

Never mind me I'm just poppin' my shit

Keep that stick, that's a part of my fit

Championship rings, can't ball up my fist

Two hundred on the dash, every car that I get

Never mind me I'm just pop my shit

I think I'm the shit, big as it gets

Wrist cost a brick, I look like a lick

Dior kicks, Chanel on my bitch

Never mind me I'm just poppin' my shit

Keep that stick, that's a part of my fit

Championship rings, can't ball up my fist

Two hundred on the dash, every car that I get

Never mind me I'm just pop my shit

You know I'ma pop it, I'm havin' my way

They wanna be me, so they copy and paste

I'm in the latest, ain't nothin' outta date

Fuck a stylist, I got flavor, got taste

ICU, my right wrist sick, can't tell me nothin' I know I'm lit

Went Nino Brown the way I canceled that bitch

Excuse my French, I talk my shit

Six watches, big time

Seats in the big body, recline (Laid back)

New body, she fine

Lil bitch ain't perfect but she mine (Fuck me)

Blue hunnids, pink fifties, I'm lottery pick, the big ticket

Pour Redd up, I'm Trippie, slow leak like faucet, I'm too drippy

I think I'm the shit, big as it gets

Wrist cost a brick, I look like a lick

Dior kicks, Chanel on my bitch

Never mind me I'm just poppin' my shit

Keep that stick, that's a part of my fit

Championship rings, can't ball up my fist

Two hundred on the dash, every car that I get

Never mind me I'm just pop my shit

I think I'm the shit, big as it gets

Wrist cost a brick, I look like a lick

Dior kicks, Chanel on my bitch

Never mind me I'm just poppin' my shit

Keep that stick, that's a part of my fit

Championship rings, can't ball up my fist

Two hundred on the dash, every car that I get

Never mind me I'm just pop my shit