pop it

I hit the club in Miami, this bitch start fanning out

I mixed the weed with the xan, now I can't hear a sound

This bad bitch want to fuck, last year she wouldn't come around

I brought my stick in the club, said bitch we run this town

She hated my guts but this bitch wanna fuck me now

I think thats 'cause I'm up, talk shit get hunnid rounds

I feel like I mastered this shit, I feel like I damn near got it

One thing 'bout the kid, said yeah, I love narcotics

Pop it (pop it yeah)

Pop it (pop it yeah)

Pop that pussy for a couple dollars

Pop it (pop it yeah)

Pop it (pop it yeah)

Pop that pussy for a couple dollars

Pop it (pop it)

Pop it (pop it)

Pop that pussy, hop up in my Rari

Pop it (pop it)

Pop it (pop it)

Imma get you some nails, but na bitch I won't pay for your college

Look at my wrist, it glow

Look at the fit I got on

Look at the bags that I tote

Look at the cars that I own

My bitch, she bad to the bone

Watch how I change up my flow

Look at this bitch that I loved

But now all she is is a hoe

My neck is surrounded by gold

My wrist, is covered in ice

Looks like I jumped out the cold

500 bands, 17 years old

I ain't copy no swag, bitch I paved my own road

I fell for a lie that this one girl told

Ever since then I don't trust a soul

Peach Ice, the way I go ghost

Put the bread in the oven until I get toast

My wallet is stuffed, my money can't fold

I'm swerving fast, i'm to high on the road

It's funny, how a bitch gon' switch for a bag

I had to learn that the hard way, they love me now, 'cause I got cash

I had to grow up fast, always fighting with my mom and dad

Everyday felt like a long day, damn I though that they hated my ass

But then, I stacked up my cash

Hopped in my bag, never threw up no rag

But I got brothers who bang