Pop Sh*t Lyrics - Quality Control

Ayy 

Ayy, you know who done fucked up right, you 

Uh 

Yeah, you 

Yo, you too nigga 

Yo yo, you too nigga 

Let me pop my shit, yeah you too nigga 

Backends we get, pop it 

Your ho been hit 

Oh you talkin' 'bout your bitch? 

The wrist been lit (ice) 

Live like this 

Nah for real nigga 

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Hundred K spent on my wrist lil nigga 

Breakin' that pot and that dope gon' triple 

I left a tip for your bitch my nigga 

I fuck her mouth, her throat got bigger 

Pull up and hop out the car, drip 

Fuck on a bitch, she a star, drip 

Buy it and fuck what it cost, drip 

Try it and get knocked off, brrt 

They gon' eat up the dab, Jaws 

Never shop, crib came with a mall 

Free my niggas that's behind the wall 

Ain't gon' stop till they free my niggas all 

I can make a movie, Seagal 

No dribble, I ball 

And roll up a Backwood with Cookie as fat as a log 

Then hop in the frog 

I'ma go'n pop my shit 

I'ma pull up at six 

Number one, first draft pick 

Coupe, it came with the kit 

Real niggas all around me 

Lot of pussy niggas still exist 

Drank, it right under my trench 

Starter bitches on my bench 

The cookie pack came dense 

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Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit, pop shit 

Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit (pop) 

Pop shit, pop-pop-pop shit 

Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit, pop shit (pop) 

Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit, pop shit 

Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit (pop) 

Pop shit, pop-pop-pop shit 

Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit, pop shit (pop) 

I'ma go'n to pop my shit 

Hold on, let me talk my shit 

Tell her don't look my way 

Nigga I'll buy your bitch 

No wings attached 

You don't get fly like this 

No strings attached 

I'ma pop my shit 

Don't be poppin', get caught with the sawed-off (poppin') 

Whippin' cocaine, cookin' product (coke) 

Break down the dope like it's sawdust (break down) 

Look what the grind done bought us (look) 

Catch the bitches (catch), but I don't fetch the bitches (no) 

Catch your bitch, I ain't hit her, I was thinkin' about your feelings 

(here you go) 

I'ma glide on your bitch, do you hear me? (glide) 

Shooter on the bench and pop wheelies (brrt) 

QC nigga, pop millions (woo) 

We ain't gonna talk about the feelings (nah) 

We ain't gotta talk about the gremlins (nah) 

Paid shooters 'round me chillin' (baow) 

Pop it off baby, start kneeling (pop it off) 

Give me my racks off the dribble (racks) 

My papa pull up in a lizard (pull up) 

The eyes on that bitch like a gizzard (eyes) 

I get the money so vivid (racks) 

Young nigga I'm makin history (history) 

Set not going for dissing (nah) 

On a jet when I'm flying the distance (jet) 

Bad bitch she an assistant (bitch) 

Drive the bricks to Michigan (woo) 

Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit, pop shit 

Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit (pop) 

Pop shit, pop-pop-pop shit 

Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit, pop shit (pop) 

Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit, pop shit 

Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit (pop) 

Pop shit, pop-pop-pop shit 

Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit, pop shit (pop) 

I'ma go'n to pop my shit 

Hold on, let me talk my shit 

Tell her don't look my way 

Nigga I'll buy your bitch 

No wings attached 

You don't get fly like this 

No strings attached 

I'ma pop my shit 

Pop my shit, I pop it (pop it) 

Whole lotta bullets in the cartridge 

Told 'em, trust the process (trust it) 

I'ma break em down, diagnostics (break it) 

Cup of the drank too toxic (woo) 

Stashin' the pint in the cockpit (stashin') 

Your bitch want my kids, she swallowed it (uhh) 

Came back up for oxygen (up) 

FN make a nigga move (move, move) 

Put a fuck nigga on the news (news, news) 

Mama drunk, let you drank booze (mama) 

'Cause her son done turned into food (damn) 

Big name came with the weight (woo) 

Rear cam all in the plates (yeah) 

Mix it in dog food, baked (skrt) 

Finesse me a nigga out of state (jugg) 

You turned to a woman, Cait (Jenner) 

Crisp back the lawn, mow the snakes (renter) 

Stick to the money, pace (stuck) 

Hit the gas to the top, it's a race (top) 

My wrist, can't stop, Ma$e (woo) 

Give a bitch my cock, the taste (here) 

Got a M in the locked suitcase (cash) 

Mama found it when she broke the vase (damn ma) 

Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit, pop shit 

Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit (pop) 

Pop shit, pop-pop-pop shit 

Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit, pop shit (pop) 

Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit, pop shit 

Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit (pop) 

Pop shit, pop-pop-pop shit 

Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit, pop shit (pop) 

I'ma go'n to pop my shit 

Hold on, let me talk my shit 

Tell her don't look my way 

Nigga I'll buy your bitch 

No wings attached 

You don't get fly like this 

No strings attached 

I'ma pop my shit