POP ft. O.B. Fly Lyrics

Dope boy born in .01 I got my Nikes on

Five six seven bitches what type of time he on

Trap doing numbers bitch check out my telephone

Zone for zone get em gone

Smoking loud no speaker phone

Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop

Give me that

Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop

Throw it back

Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop

Watch how I handle that

Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop

I have a heart attack

I'm pushing packs I'm getting active Got green like granny cabbage

Couple poles with no exotic dancers

Hit the bitch then I'm Danny phantom

She singing my shit like the anthem

I'll leave a nicca stank like a pamper

Damn ransom where yo manners

Young and turnt they can't stand me

Wonder why a nigga ain't friendly

She eat a nigga up like some candy

I got these hoes in a frenzy while I'm sticking close to my enemy

Yea I'm sticking close to my Glock

Bet not come around to this block

Bet not put ya hand in my pot

Got a thirty on me get popped

Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop

Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop

Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop

Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop

Dope boy born in .01 I got my Nikes on

Five six seven bitches what type of time he on

Trap doing numbers bitch check out my telephone

Zone for zone get em gone

Smoking loud no speaker phone

Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop

Give me that

Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop

Throw it back

Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop

Watch how I handle that

Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop

I have a heart attack

I ain't gotta sign to Dj Khalid bitch I know that we the best

Thinking he got super powers take the S up off his chest

Glizzy come with sloppy toppy play with me it give you neck

Really wanna sign to Nike cause you know I'm bout a check

From the west I'm super ruthless she want the wood she getting peck

Wood pecker check on me, ain't getting right you getting left

Most these rappers super cappers sign a deal with Mitchell & Ness

Want Mr. Fly upon yo feature bring me something I can stretch

I be in the rush to get the bag it come in Lays

Ain't racing with you niggas know I'm racing with my past

When the laws got behind me I had to do the dash

In the Benz swerving left to right got damn I almost crash

Bucked em

Dope boy born in .01 I got my Nikes on

Five six seven bitches what type of time he on

Trap doing numbers bitch check out my telephone

Zone for zone get em gone

Smoking loud no speaker phone

Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop

Give me that

Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop

Throw it back

Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop

Watch how I handle that

Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop

I have a heart attack