Pop sh*t lyrics

[Intro: Babyface Ray]
Pop up, yeah
Pop up, get turnt, eat a bean, b*tch

[Verse 1: Babyface Ray & Icewear Vezzo]
Pop up, get turnt, eat a bean, b*tch
Rockstar, got rips in my jeans, b*tch
Reach for my sh*t, get you dropped like some lean quick
Red in my cup, all the money in my jeans Crips
Two zips of this, I'm feelin' better (What?)

[Verse 2: Icewear Vezzo]
Shoes on my feet, these Margielas, n*gga
They done freed the guy, that's the devil
Shout out to the last sneak disser, he in heaven, n*gga
I been on the road for like six months (For real)
I done touched down and put six up (Six, n*gga)
Shootin' out of town, puttin' bricks up (For real)
Karo'd the whole town, me and Big Gus, uh (Skrrt)

[Verse 3: Roley Gang Blue]
I just hope the feds don't indict me
Countin' money, pourin' drank, that's the only thing excite me
I just spent five hundred off white tee
Rock Triple S Balenciaga, no Spike Lees
It's rare you see some n*ggas' ice shinin' like these
We pour up sixes, lil' n*gga, but drink 'em like threes
[Verse 4: Lou Gram]
Bustdown kit on every n*gga with me
Just cashed Amiris for eleven-fifty (Yeah)
Wintertime grind, threw on the di*kies (Grind)
In the last thirty days, tryna make fifty (Fifty racks)
When P touch down, got a ten for him (Free the Ghetto)
Bet I f*ck two hoes, have a friend for 'em (Lou Gram)

[Verse 5: Webbo]
Lou, why you got them di*kies on?
'Cause I just left the trap (Yeah)
'Bout to say f*ck this rap sh*t and call my plug back (Call the plug back)
A hundred blues in the V, I had to double back (I had to turn around)
Grab a hundred of that dog and put a one on that (Put a one on that)
Off-White shirt, off-white plug
Them things touched down off-white, I fell in love (Yeah)

[Verse 6: Green Guy Rizzy]
I was only sixteen when I met my first plug (I did)
Ever since then, n*gga, it been nothin' but the love (Rizzy)
I got Blood n*ggas locked in, I call they ass, "Cuz"
If you ever see me out smokin', n*gga, it's all crud
Street n*gga, baby, yeah, I got it out the mud
If you ever disrespect me, you can get your ass slugged

[Verse 7: Team Eastside Lil P]
b*tch, I'm a gangbanger
Pint maker, buffs taker
A sip eighters
What you need? I get it catered
Four, five b*tches wanna cuff, but I'm a player
I used to serve Oxycontin pills up at Baker
Heard you talkin' down on a n*gga, you a hater
I'm back on that bullsh*t, robbin' out-of-staters
[Verse 8: Veeze & RiskTaker D-Boy]
The bag look like Skittles, different flavors
I count up all the money, see you later
I caught too many bags, now I gotta use the neighbors
We spend a lot on guns, we got hundred rounds and lasers
We pour an eight and bust a lot of juggs, we ain't lazy
I call them shottas up like Ice, they owe me a favor (D-Boy)

[Verse 9: RiskTaker D-Boy]
What you know about trappin' with a dope fiend?
Livin' in the spot, movin' grams while you OT
Low-key, f*ckin' with the plugs got me a froze piece
My favorite one was Sam until he f*cked around and OD'd (R.I.P. Sam)
Fentanyl f*ckin' up the game, I gotta get me some (Need that)
Popeyes dropped the chicken sandwich, had to get me one
Any n*gga 'round this b*tch with chickens better give me one (Okay)
I ain't never stayin' broke, I'ma get me some