POP MY SHIT (SANDLAND BABY) Lyrics

Sandland shit, man

Pretty city, Virginia

Yeah, razor

Yeah, I still keep it humble when I pop my shit

Got money in the bank like butter, got grits

Parlay with 28, camouflaged out the bricks

Stuffin money bags baby till the money don't fit

West motherfuck, Bino got me out the sticks

I ain't really into hiking walk around with a stick

Grrrt , Grrrt

rudeboy want smoke, I'ma offer him a clip

Rap, Rap, game boring, had to switch up the flow

Junkies wont jumpin had to switch up the dope

When the world got cold, I had to switch up the coat

Tryna ride a nigga wave, had to switch up the boat

Goddamn, I can't fix you, you broke shit

She a killer with the words, call it murder, she wrote

patience running thinner than a Temu coat

I'ma goal, they can't kick it till we get new goals

World in my palm, I've been shaking up the globe

I'm a one man band, I don't need no validation

Had to get up off my ass, got tired of the waiting

Know you want it real bad, got tired of the faking

here I go, back in the flesh

Y'all simmer down, put the talkin to rest

Man, I'm really nonchalant, cause I'm really not impressed

Niggas in the rat race, tryna figure who the best

Six bad bitties all stuffed in the Pontiac

Thinking they some pimps, they keep asking where the money at

Catch me on vacation, somewhere where its sunny at

Hit her from the back, off the motherfuckin' honey pack

Before you say RAYZ, put a big right in front of that

She be gettin' dizzy, countin 50 where the hunnids at

That's living proof you don't know me for real

Bitch call me Hank, I'm the king of the hill

Sandland baby, can't relocate

Sandland baby, keep the whole hood straight

Sandland baby, don't use your hands

Sandland baby, just use your face

Sandland baby, come meet your fate

Tell me what's good, so I get it understood

French inhale, blow smoke like a bull

Had a kick the bitch out, she was smokin' all the bud

Bitch, I'm on go, niggas, need starter fluid

Money still talkin', yeah I speak shit fluent

City goin' crazy, got the whole state inflenced

We was Kickin' in the door, niggas need home improvement

I been in the dungeon with the gunman and militia

Puttin' pill capsules in the motherfuckin' pitcher

Niggas braggin' bout the mixture, I'm like wait till it hit ya

All this goddamn money, you would think we had a printer

nigga, yeah

Rayzr, this Rocky

I know you see me callin' you

I know you got other clients and new customers and shit

but don't act brand new

Nigga, we got work to get to

Call me back when you get this fuckin' message