POP MY SHIT ft. RAUL MERCY Lyrics

(Paula, what the fuck is this)

(Whew, whew, whew)

(Trill, Trill, Trill)

(Sometimes you just feen and it's ok to be a feen, if you can admit you're a feen)

(You know why, cause that's what feens do)

(Yeah, yeah, Trill)

I'm gone, what you figured

They diss where I grew up but my crib still bigger (Trill shit)

I'm on a new wave, can't you tell that I'm bossed up, who is you trying lil nigga

Think he slick as bitch when he talk but I'm slicker

Sons acting up, had to sit 'em for dinner (TR!LLPAULA)

And I ain't responding to no threats, I just laugh to the bank, nigga cry me a river

Okay let me pop my shit bitch

Nigga I'ma rich bitch

Cross 'em off the diss list

Send 'em to the

Wait, hold up

Let me pop my shit

Nigga I'ma rich bitch

Cross 'em off the diss list

Send 'em to the hit list

I wake up, I'm on dat

Lil trifling niggas gon' diss but I ain't gon' respond back

Snatch what I want now he can't get his phone back

Rigging his shit now he can't get his votes back

Way to quick to show streams, think he bought that

Sneaking a diss, Pokémon, yeah I caught that

Bro think he sneaky, lil nigga I saw that

Niggas is bitches, tell bro get his balls back

I'm gon' put in the work and I know it's gon' hurt but I know that the grind it be lonely

She gon' pop her a perc, at the party she twerk

I ain't fuckin' with hoes who phony

I just got an alert, someone send me out first

Told the world you a god then show me

It's my bubble you burst, put 'em all in a hearse

Said you straight but I see you folding

Pop yo shit twin, make 'em listen

I need a jumpstart, I need to get up and get it

I just been smokin' so much, I don't feel it

Hours go by and they feelin' like minutes

Startin' so much that it's too much to finish

Up in my head, I'm just askin' like is it my time?

Pour up a line, feelin' like this all the mofuckin' time, damn

Bitch I'm on go mode

Brodie keep watching, I'll slide in a Volvo

I ain't use blicks, I like hands, I can throw those

You in my lane, I ain't talking bout Toto

(You in my lane, I ain't talking bout Toto)

This that real rap shit

I'm back in a big bag bitch

I'm packing a big bag bitch

Man I'm all cross the globe, I'ma need a round trip

I'm gone, what you figured

They diss where I grew up but my crib still bigger (Trill shit)

I'm on a new wave, can't you tell that I'm bossed up, who is you trying lil nigga

Think he slick as bitch when he talk but I'm slicker

Sons acting up, had to sit 'em for dinner (TR!LLPAULA)

And I ain't responding to no threats, I just laugh to the bank, nigga cry me a river

Okay let me pop my shit bitch

Nigga I'ma rich bitch

Cross 'em off the diss list

Send 'em to the

Wait, hold up

Let me pop my shit bitch

Nigga I'ma rich bitch

Cross 'em off the diss

Send 'em to the hit list