PMS Lyrics

Pop my shit

Pop my shit

Get on the beat

And I pop my shit

Came off the block

Car hoppin and shit

Pop my shit

Gon pop my shit

Gon pop my shit

Gon pop my shit

Young nigga winning

I cannot lose

Handsome young man

So these bitches gon choose

Spent me a band

That was just on my shoes

I did it myself

And I'm breakin the rules

Breakin the mold

Stick to the code

These niggas is hoes

I already know

These bitches is with who is winning the most

Fuck em

Young nigga stick to them goals

Use to dream about ridin in a Ghost

Use to dream about ridin in a Rari

When I wake up

My life is a party

Ion play boy

No Carti

Ion play games

Atari

I'm kickin shit

Feet up with shawty

In the penthouse suite

16 floors up

Takin shots of Bumbu and Bacardi

She tell me my music is gnarly

Im focused

I'm diggin her body

This coupe made for 2

And I'm driving so fast

She reach over and give me sloppy

Foreign whips don't do jalopy's

I made it so why not go pop it

I made it so why not go pop it

Lil bitch

Pop my shit

Pop my shit

Get on the beat

And I pop my shit

Came off the block

Car hoppin and shit

Pop my shit

Gon pop my shit

Gon pop my shit

Gon pop my shit

Pop my shit

Pop my shit

Get on the beat

And I pop my shit

Came off the block

Car hoppin and shit

Pop my shit

Gon pop my shit

Gon pop my shit

Gon pop my shit

Cant count me out

You gon take you a L

This whip go fast

Think I'm drivin thru Hell

Her brain is so good

I think she went to Yale

You cannot stop me

I'm gonna prevail

You cannot stop me

I'm winning I'm winning

50 bitches with me

They sinning they sinning

Don't get it twisted

The money the mission

Niggas hate

But they bitch in my mentions

Fear of God

Like a nigga wear Christian's

Let em talk

Ion pay em attention

Niggas broke

So I made em work

Call me Donald trump

Had to cut em a pension

No bitches

Cause you penny pinchin

They love when Lingo in the building

I'm throwin the 1s

The 5s

The 10s

And sometimes them 20s be dippin

Pastor Lingo they be listening

My old bitches wish shit was different

They ain't think it would work

Now I'm bigger than life

In the back of the Bach with Diddy

I just paid for a stripper new titties

She gon bring me back 250

And I'm talkin bout racks

I ain't talkin bout nun petty

Pop my shit

Pop my shit

Get on the beat

And I pop my shit

Came off the block

Car hoppin and shit

Pop my shit

Gon pop my shit

Gon pop my shit

Gon pop my shit

Pop my shit

Pop my shit

Get on the beat

And I pop my shit

Came off the block

Car hoppin and shit

Pop my shit

Gon pop my shit

Gon pop my shit

Gon pop my shit