Popping My Shit ft. Stickk Lyrics

Yes sir, know who it is

Uh-huh

If I walk in ya trap, then I'm taking your shit

If I pull up with boot, then you know that thats it

He keeping the cannon we calling him Nick

I'm Keeping my pole, no I can't be a lick

And I'm always on go, no I can't be a bitch

Boy you trusting that hoe, better keep you stick

You loving that hoe, better get off your dick

I was down on my ass, now I'm popping my shit

Posting that money, but you don't got sticks

You know that we coming, we sending the blitz

He sending them shots, then we sending the hits

Yeah, we stay on the road, yeah, we trying to get riches

Ooh, hold on, hold on

Yeah, we stay on the road, yeah, we trying to get riches

I love to get money, yeah, I love to get chicken

If I roll me a wood, it be done in a minute

I'm stacking up paper fuck chasing new women

I was down at the bottom, I had to start winning

Why they thinking it's over, it's only beginning

Raised in a church, but a nigga be sinning

Heart full of love, but a nigga be killing

Iced out my teeth, bitch, I just left the dentist

Broke-ass nigga still eating at Wendy's

Black bitch hooked off a Coke, call her Whitney

Know I get it off, I just move the whole shipment

Know I got the Za, hit your nose and its shitty

And I keep a bad bitch, put the dope in her kitty

Got a bad bitch, say she came from the city

Nigga like to cap, call him fitted

Niggas like to cap like he hit it

His money, little boy, he a midget

I ball, I do magic, I feel like a wizard

I'm

I'm from the O, I be eating a citrus

Lil' bro Fearing God, he gon' get it for Christmas

I knew I was different, was always a misfit

I love to get bread, I got cheddar biscuits

I'm Keeping my pole, no I can't be a lick

And I'm always on go, no I can't be a bitch

Boy you trusting that hoe, better keep you stick

You loving that hoe, better get off your dick

I was down on my ass, now I'm popping my shit

Posting that money, but you don't got sticks

You know that we coming, we sending the blitz

He sending them shots, then we sending the hits

Back on the beat, bitch, I'm back on the block

How you want beef, pull up, you call the cops

Keep me a glock, I'm the king of the block

I don't be hooping, but putting up shots

Hunnit round drac, bitch the gun hold a lot

I'm sliming them out, I've been tasting the snot

If he a rat, then I kill him, he rot

I'm in the trap, probably whipping the pot

Better fuck with a rubber, your piss gon' be hot

Why you loving that bitch, and you know she a thot

I be loving my bitch, cause I know that she not

She out like a goody, in bed, it get hot

He talking bout his, let me talk about mine

Classy white bitch, but my bitch is real fine

Why you call her a bitch, man, that shit outta line

I called her a bitch, cause that bitch there is mine

You do it to yours, I won't do it to mine

If my bitch acting up, then I put her in line

My lady know better, she won't even try it

My bitch keep it P, she be moving in silence

She been doing real good, take a trip to the Hyatt

My bitch is so bad, take a trip to designer

We on the way, I'll meet you in the islands