Poppin' My Shit Lyrics

Don't try to adjust me baby adjust that lace front ya hear me

Hollywood

A broke ass lyin bitch is my pet peeve

A bum ass hatin nigga he can catch these

These niggas couldn't ride the wave on a jet ski

My pockets full of blues like I'm stuffin em with Pepsi's

Gotta break a bitch I can't make no exceptions

I can be ya pilot I got guides aand directions

Baby use protection satisfy the erection

Then run me in that seven now you hoein to perfection yea I see you

Bumped a broad kinda chubby but a cutie

Got a bbl now her stomach in her booty

Versace shoes on my feet, bitch did we meet

I like my hunnits faced the same way lookin neat

U disrespectin pimpin bitch u in for a treat

I just knocked on another bitch on the blade, track meet

I'm a bear in these streets bitches tryna trap me

Ran up a bag on these hoes track and field athlete

Don't ask me, Kuz ima tell u wanna hear

I hop in this foreign switchin gears doing light years

Speeding on the 80 to a bitch that's tryna pay me

She wasn't tryna pay me prolly passed her to my haters

Steppin in Versace hoe I don't do the gators

Turn a Nigga to hibachi takin bout they wanna fade us

We ain't fading shit only the bro's and that's it

Lil niggas actin bad don't even trip I got the switch, bitch

Bitch I get to poppin my shit

Niggas talkin slick I'll get to poppin my stick on God

Ima keep it all on a bitch

Pull this thang out let it fall on her lips good Lawd

Bitch I get to poppin my shit

Niggas talkin slick I'll get to poppin my stick on God

Ima keep it all on a bitch

Pull this thang out let it fall on her lips good Lawd

Trifectas trigrecas whatever you call em

All I know is that these bitches cost a band hoe I'm ballin

Tried to tape her givin head but my bitch kept on callin

When I nut grab a towel wipe me down I'm a boss

Now I'm back in the Benz with these dark ass tints

Tryna touch a couple bands out this dark ass bitch

I stepped out of neiman Marcus just to hit Saks 5th

I make my bitch roll the wood and I don't pass that shit

When I did them 7 years I swear it felt like a curse

This hoe better watch her tone if she ain't send no walkenhorst

Hollywood Q the infamous hoe breaker

These niggas moving slow I guess they running out of data

These bitches want a label but they ain't tryna be labeled

Baby said she broke but tryna fuck,no thank you

Keep on blowing up my phone but I don't got the time for it

Kept it real wit the bitch I said the money more important, bitch

Bitch I get to poppin my shit

Niggas talkin slick I'll get to poppin my stick on God

Ima keep it all on a bitch

Pull this thang out let it fall on her lips good Lawd

Bitch I get to poppin my shit

Niggas talkin slick I'll get to poppin my stick on God

Ima keep it all on a bitch

Pull this thang out let it fall on her lips good Lawd