Pop It lyrics

[Intro]
(Mike WiLL Made-It)
Big booty hoes
And I'm callin' out the big booty b*tches
Pop your sh*t, b*tch, pop your sh*t, b*tch
Pop your sh*t, b*tch
On gang

[Verse 1]
Don't call me sis, I am not your sister, I will f*ck your man
I know how to throw that ass and a b*tch can throw them hands
Your n*gga a sucker buster (Mhm), he ain't breakin' off no cash (Nah)
My n*gga be swipin' cards, he gon' teach me how to scam (Hey)
He say I got a smartass mouth and it's gon' get me f*cked up (So?)
Gon' put this pus*y in his mouth and make him shut the f*ck up (Shh)
My opp posted her n*gga, know I'm finna snatch him right up (Come here)
My booty jiggle when I walk and it's tiger-striped up
Throw that ass all in this booth, if you ain't twerkin' then record it (Yeah)
Lurkin' on my page, you gon' see nothin' but ass up on this story (Ass)
Love to p*ss my n*gga off, him talkin' sh*t be gettin' me horny (Hm)
Tryna find out who I'm f*ckin', better off go findin' Dory
Got a lot of hoes, but only one can say he f*ckin' me (Stamp that)
I just made one-fifty in a night, you hoes can't f*ck with me (b*tch)
I'm who b*tches wanna be and who them n*ggas love to see
You catch me in the party, know it's blickies in this club with me (Fah, fah, fah)
[Chorus]
Big booty hoes
And I'm callin' out the big booty b*tches
Pop your sh*t, b*tch, pop your sh*t, b*tch
Now pop it
Pop your sh*t, b*tch, pop your sh*t, b*tch
Now pop it
Pop your sh*t, b*tch, pop your sh*t, b*tch
Big booty hoes
And I'm callin' out the big booty b*tches
Pop your sh*t, b*tch, pop your sh*t, b*tch
Now pop it
Pop your sh*t, b*tch, pop your sh*t, b*tch
Now pop it
Pop your sh*t, b*tch, pop your sh*t, b*tch

[Verse 2]
Ain't no falling off, ho, I'll be damned I let them catch me slippin'
And your music whack as f*ck, it come on in the car, I skip it
Yeah, I get delusional at times, at least I can admit it
Yeah, you got some money, f*ck up out my face if you don't spend it
Five percent on all my windows, you can't even see in here (Uh-uh)
All up in the opps' party like, "Who said I can't be in here?" (The f*ck?)
Everywhere I go, you gotta know I'm smokin' weed in there
pus*y wet as hell, that boy gon' f*ck around and ski in here (Woo)
All my b*tches gang for real, that gang-gang sh*t be what we on (Gang)
Pull up to the store, ho, get on point and get up off that phone
Pillow talking 'bout me, you a hater, b*tch, your cover blown (Hatin'-ass)
That ho really green as hell and I'm happy your true colors showed
Ain't never had a n*gga took from me, I'm like fifteen and O
Yeah, I gotta couple bodies, that sh*t ain't no secret though
They say I can't keep a n*gga, but they know I keep some hoes
I ain't tryna sh*t on b*tches, but don't give me a reason though (On gang)
[Chorus]
Big booty hoes
And I'm callin' out the big booty b*tches
Pop your sh*t, b*tch, pop your sh*t, b*tch
Now pop it
Pop your sh*t, b*tch, pop your sh*t, b*tch
Now pop it
Pop your sh*t, b*tch, pop your sh*t, b*tch
Big booty hoes
And I'm callin' out the big booty b*tches
Pop your sh*t, b*tch, pop your sh*t, b*tch
Now pop it
Pop your sh*t, b*tch, pop your sh*t, b*tch
Now pop it
Pop your sh*t, b*tch, pop your sh*t, b*tch

[Outro]
Pop your sh*t, b*tch, pop your sh*t, b*tch, pop your sh*t, b*tch
Pop your sh*t, b*tch, pop your sh*t, b*tch
Pop your sh*t, b*tch, pop your sh*t, b*tch
On gang