ScHoolboy Q and Rico Nasty - Pop

Old, fuckface punk rock bitch
Not enough, yeah
(Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
Yeah-yeah, uh

I've been gettin' money back then
Making plays, top ten, uh
Look at me, the 'Rari backed in, mh
Yeah, I was patched in, uh
Hella million sold, no friends
Bitch, I was locked in (lock, lock)
Leveled up, nigga, popped in
Nigga, popped in, nigga, popped in
Nigga, popped in, nigga, popped in
Nigga, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop

Pop, nigga, pop, nigga
Pop, nigga, pop, nigga
Pop, nigga, pop, nigga
Pop, nigga, pop, nigga
Pop, nigga, pop, nigga
Pop, nigga, pop, uh
Gang activities, nigga
Pop
Suu
(Uh) uh
(Ah) uh

Probably shouldn't walk, where I walk, nigga
Socked out, watch the way you talkin' when you talk, nigga (uh)
Yeah (got me fucked up, look)
I'm snatching niggas wave caps off, gang tats off
Fuck yo' set, hat get soaked
Spill that yolk, Figg Side
Fuck that boy, we smoke that boy (yeah)
Chase 'em down, do that boy, we left that boy, ah
Get buck, get buck, get buck, get buck
Get buck, get buck, buck, get buck
Get buck, get buck, get buck, get buck, uh
What we talkin' 'bout, huh?
Gang shit, I invented that, huh?
I'm real as they, come on, hm, look
Just got the Wraith, damn, I scratched it up
I guess, the Bentley truck, I'm killin' they act, uh
Get one in yo' back, there's one in yo' hat, uh
We sellin' it max, nigga, keepin' it packed
To Russia and back, nigga
China to Europe, Europe to Africa, black
So run me my stats, uh, two million in that, nigga
Three million in that, four million in that, nigga (ayy)
Put fifty in that, nigga, a hunnid in this, I never could miss
Nigga, we jump out that bitch, yeah, check off the list
You rappin' and shh, nigga, we really do this
Pussy, you really's a bitch

Nigga pop
Dime piece, fo' piece, cock that
Bad bitch, can't speak
She can't help it
Nigga pop, nigga pop, nigga pop
Nigga pop, nigga pop, nigga pop
Nigga pop, nigga pop, nigga pop
Dime piece, fo' piece, cock that
Bad bitch, can't speak
She can't help it
Nigga pop, nigga pop, nigga pop
Nigga pop, nigga pop, nigga pop
Nigga pop, nigga pop
Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop
Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, nigga (gang shit, suu)
Pop nigga, pop nigga
Pop nigga, pop nigga
Nigga, pop, nigga, pop
Nigga, pop

I'm poppin' my shit, I keep a spear
I'm fresh as a mint, I'm hard as cement
You can't leave a dent, demolish him, finish him
We gon' belittle him, don't fuck with little men (ew)
I'm not the middle man, bitches was watchin'
You gotta be kidding me, riddle me this
How many times I gotta tell y'all motherfuckas?
Stop stealing this sh-

Written by:
Quincy Matthew Hanley, Maria Cecilia Simone Kelly, Donte Perkins, Elliot Dubock, Jocelyn Donald, Mario Dragoi, Matthew Day

Publisher:
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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