Pop It

(verse 1) Walk up on this bitch with a hundred grand Two rollies on my arm, another hundred grand Bitch, let the money burn, nigga no tan Got a young bitch, fucking doing what she can she can! Pop killa King Kong killa’ T-Raw the real deal thrilla in Manila Make a bitch pop (pop) Pills ’till it’s dinna’ She a fucking nympho, that’s why I fuck with her Whistle while you twerk pussy singers all up in the club throwing up middle fingers If you try snitch turn a bitch to a hanger Lay your shit out, now you’re planking, you’re planking I’m saying! (hook) One two and the bitch came Break a bitch heart pouring out the champagne Why you over there chilling with the little lames? You ain't know, you ain't know that my shit bang? Pop it bitch Pop pop pop Pop it bitch Pop pop pop Pop it bitch Pop pop pop Pop it bitch One two and the bitch came Pop it bitch Pop pop pop Pop it bitch Pop pop pop Pop it bitch Pop pop pop Pop it bitch All these hoes know my damn name (Verse 2) She don’t give brain, that’s a damn shame I don’t find the shit funny like soul plane Put ice on my wrist like the shit is praying I’m just riding around getting it...two chains Last King, Y.M.C.M gang Everything dope bitch where the Novocain Bitchs saying I’m the bomb, oh man Blow the pussy up, heir to the sex game! Roll 8, make them bitches 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)