Let Me Pop My sh*t lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, the beat cut up
(Gentle Beatz)
Dog sh*t Records, n*gga
(That's OD)
We got money, woo

[Chorus]
Hmm, ooh, let me pop my sh*t (Pop it)
Hmm, yeah, yeah, let me pop my sh*t (Let me pop it)
Hmm, b*tch, let me pop my sh*t (Pop my sh*t)
Phew, yeah, yeah, let me pop my sh*t (On God)

[Verse 1]
Damn, homie, what's happenin', brodie? (What's happenin', brodie?)
Hmm, got bands on me, all this f*ckin' cash on me (Ooh)
n*gga, watch me double up soon as I do my dance on it (Fetty)
Got a bag of fetty pills, send it to the 10, woadie (Ten)
Yeah, see you let that pape' talk (Talk)
A whole lot of motion, n*gga, this sh*t a cakewalk
Pop out and let that Drac' talk (Fah, fah)
Shots fired, we be outside, 'll let the Wraith talk (Skrrt)
Diamonds make the face bark, pour mud so I can day walk (So I can day walk)
I got a ton to blow up, been on the run, don't slow up (Been on the run)
Better not step foot in this b*tch, you ain't got no hun' to throw up
Or at least a dub to throw up (Yeah)
Even my lil' stepper gon' flex (Yeah)
Take that lil' b*tch off your wrist, show some respect for yourself (Goofy n*gga)
[Chorus]
Ooh, let me pop my sh*t (Pop it)
Hmm, yeah, yeah, let me pop my sh*t (On God)
Phew, b*tch, let me pop my sh*t (Mud)
Hmm, yeah, yeah, let me pop my sh*t (Ooh)

[Verse 2]
Quarter million on my wrist, yeah, I can pop it, n*gga (Yeah, I can pop it)
Nothin' but water 'round my neck, yeah, I can pop it, n*gga (Yeah, I can pop it)
They ain't flexin' like I'm flexin', I can pop it, n*gga (I can pop it)
I got dog sh*t on me now 'cause I can pop it, n*gga (b*tch, yeah)
I got houses, cars, and jewelry, don't even post them b*tches
So much motion 'round this b*tch, so I got motion sickness
Turn the green to pink and blues, look like I roast a chicken
Coco whippin', diamonds on it spinnin', Testarossa whippin'
Soon as a b*tch play on my pape', I'm gon' get even the first day
You let a ho play in your face and still believe in what she say
Goofy n*gga, got so much cheddar, I think I need an extra plate
All my cars on F's and eights, got eight yards and extra grates (Goofy n*gga)

[Chorus]
Ooh, let me pop my sh*t (Pop it)
Hmm, yeah, yeah, let me pop my sh*t (Drank God)
Phew, b*tch, let me pop my sh*t (What?)
Hmm, yeah, yeah, let me pop my sh*t (Ooh)
[Outro]
Quarter million on my wrist, yeah, I can pop it, n*gga (Yeah, I can pop it)
Nothin' but water 'round my neck, yeah, I can pop it, n*gga (Yeah, I can pop it)
They ain't flexin' like I'm flexin', I can pop it, n*gga (I can pop it)
I got dog sh*t on me now 'cause I can pop it, n*gga (b*tch)

[Outro]
Yeah