POP OFF ft. Young $teez Lyrics

I tell a bitch turn me up cause I made a new hit

Double cup get poured cause I'm way too lit

And you know I pop off cause I'm on my shit

Call me frost cause it's on my wrist

Ayy, ayy,

Hot sauce got the fire and the drip

Top dog when I ride in the whip

Won't talk if you cry like a bitch

I dream about money then triple it up

Her jeans won't fit, she wiggled it up

Her ass so fat, she backing it up

We make you a cripple my niggas are tough

Watch me go dribble I'm laying it up

Steezy the name and just give me the cup

See them fuck niggas I don't say what's up

It's Frosty and Steez, we livin' it up

Livin' it up, put the drugs to the side

Don't talk to the snakes, that'll leave you and hide

I'm going up fast and I'm ready to climb

Yeah, I stay on my grind

Never stoppin', I don't make no excuses

They all rockin' when they hearin' my music

If makin' money is a language I'm fluent

Album droppin' soon as someone produce it

Okay, okay, give me my money I need it today

She lovin' this, ahh, beg me to stay

Callin' me William and this is my play I done did all the work, now it's time for the pay

It's time for my payment, feelin' amazing Ballin' like 2K, I'm 99 rated

Not gettin' traded, feelin' like Dame did Heatin' up quick and I'm beatin' the favorite

It's bigger than this, I want ice on my wrist

Two pockets, I'm fillin' we gon' get this shit

I wanted this shit since I was a jit

Me and Frosty, we get it, we getting it quick

I tell a bitch, turn me up, cause I made a new hit

Double cup, get poured, cause I'm way too lit

And you know I pop off, cause I'm on my shit

Call me Frost, cause it's on my wrist

Ayy, ayy, hot sauce got the fire and the drip

Top dog when I ride in the whip

Won't talk if you cry like a bitch

I got this rap shit, heatin' up quick like a kettle

Don't need no tricks, white boy fundamentals

Never wanna draw, got a score left to settle

Startin' up a war if you think that your my level

I been sippin' syrup with a soda

Coke, no cola, put him on a poster, yeah

Want smoke then you go into a coma

Pass me the controller, ball like Barcelona, yeah

She gave me a kiss yeah I'm feeling legit

This beat, it go harder than all of your fits

She said I don't love her I'm faking this shit

I pull up with your mother, you takin the piss

Nigga don't bother I'm hittin' a lick

And if shit doesn't work yeah I'm hitting it quick

Shit is so slimy it's making em sick

And the way that I flow, I feel like I'm picked

I don't need shit, I did it all on my own

Makin' heat off the rip, ayy

Blueberry colour my skates, none of my niggas are fake, yeah, okay,

I just been chasing my pay, Came from behind, now I'm winning the race, ayy

Addicted to making this cake, none of my niggas are fake

None of them fake

It's bigger than this, I want ice on my wrist

Two pockets, I'm filling we gon' get this shit

I wanted this shit since I was a jit

Me and Frosty we get it we getting it quick

I tell a bitch, turn me up, cause I made a new hit

Double cup get poured cause I'm way too lit

And you know I pop off, cause I'm on my shit

Call me Frost, cause it's on my wrist

Ayy, ayy

Hot sauce, got the fire and the drip

Top dog, when I ride in the whip

Won't talk if you cry like a bitch