POP歌词

作词 : Symere Woods/JORDAN T. ORTIZ/Brandon Terrell Veal
作曲 : Symere Woods/JORDAN T. ORTIZ/Brandon Terrell Veal

Straight bars
Bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bah (I'm Working on Dying)
Got a b!tch, yeah, she look so good
But on the real, she in denial
Diamond water, yeah, it look like a river
Look like I'm standing in the Nile
If you really didn't get the last line
Then your level on the brain of a child
Pay attention, better do the right thing
Or your pussy ass still workin' at Sal's
I'm the n!gga make your b!tch wanna pop (Yeah)
I'm the n!gga make your b!tch wanna pop (Yeah)
I'm the n!gga make your b!tch wanna drop (Yeah)
I'm the n!gga that your b!tch wanna top (Yeah)
Man, she going dumb, she don't stop
Put it in her mouth, make her jaw lock
Hellcat faster than your whip, stop
So why would I tell her 'bout the whips that I got?
I'm the n!gga make your b!tch wanna pop (Yeah)
I'm the n!gga make your b!tch wanna pop (Yeah)
I'm the n!gga make your b!tch wanna drop (Yeah)
I'm the n!gga that your b!tch wanna top (Yeah)
Man, she going dumb, she don't stop
Put it in her mouth, make her jaw lock
Hellcat faster than your whip, stop
So why would I tell her 'bout the whips that I got? (Yeah, let's go)
Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop
Pop that ass, pop that ass, do the dash
I be runnin' out of gas
Every time I go to the mall just to pop the tags
I don't really count nothin' at the mall
First time at the mall, copped it all
Said, "A hundred thousand," so I dropped it all
And that wasn't my whole bankroll
Body roll, waist roll, waist roll
Make a b!tch do what I say so
Waist trained, got a b!tch, taste just like ice cream
Read her text, she said, "Girl, I scream"
Shot a n!gga with a 17
Lil Uzi, yeah, I'm from the 16
Got a million, no Christine
Neck gleam, wrist gleam, fist gleam
Lil' n!gga but I'm doin' big things
You ain't ever seen a n!gga this clean
Pants cost two K, big jeans
And my shoes cost like sixteen
Hunnid, n!gga, that's just what I bleed
Turned a dead n!gga to a blunt of weed
And that last boy taste like Reggie
'Cause I just lit up Philly
I'm the n!gga make your b!tch wanna pop
I'm the n!gga make your b!tch wanna pop
I'm the n!gga make your b!tch wanna drop
I'm the n!gga that your b!tch wanna top (Let's go)
I'm the n!gga make your b!tch wanna pop (Let's go)
I'm the n!gga make your b!tch wanna pop (Let's go)
I'm the n!gga make your b!tch wanna drop (Let's go, let's go)
I'm the n!gga that your b!tch wanna pop (Yeah)
I'm the n!gga make your b!tch wanna pop (Yeah)
I'm the n!gga make your b!tch wanna drop (Yeah)
I'm the n!gga that your b!tch wanna top (Yeah)
I'm the n!gga make your b!tch wanna pop (Uh-huh)
I'm the n!gga make your b!tch wanna pop (Ew)
I'm the n!gga make your b!tch wanna drop (Yeah)
I'm the n!gga that your b!tch wanna top (Yeah)
Multi b!tches
Multi, multi, multi, multi, multi-grain on my granola bar
Got a multi, multi, bow tie when I rock my Dior
Multi, multi, multi, multi, multi-million dollar deals (Let's go)
I'ma keep it real, I was runnin' a marathon when I'm on a body like my name Mill (Let's go, let's go, let's go)
I'ma make her kneel, beggin' on her knees
Beggin' me please, so she can see the deal
I ain't never lackin', I ain't never love her
Been alone from little boy so I don't need your opinion
I been gettin' money, n!gga, I been gettin' plenty
I can fxck a b!tch, make her bounce on a Bentley
I was on a perky 30, she was on the Henny
Wait, she was fxckin' you, who? Your cousin Vinny?
That boy rat, he mouse, she Minnie
Fxckin' that b!tch, and she call it business
No, this is not no Avianne, not talkin' 'bout Jimmy
Kill these n!ggas everyday like they Kenny
If you want money, back Crawford like Cindy
And if you want more, then you better get near me
I flex on my haters, pull up to a .50
Yo' b!tch on my d!ck and her breath smellin' minty
I went to the store and got me some Vetements
Pradas and Balenci', Balenci', Balenci'
I spend it all on that lil' b!tch
Balenci', Balenci', Balenci', Balenci', Balenci'
Balenci', Balenci', Balenci', Balenci', Balenci'
Balenci', Balenci', Balenci', Balenci', Balenci'
I'm movin', I'm drippin', got sauce and I'm swaggin'
'Cause it easy with your b!tch on me, no, you can't kiss me
I'm the n!gga make your b!tch wanna pop (Yeah)
I'm the n!gga make your b!tch wanna pop (Yeah)
I'm the n!gga make your b!tch wanna drop (Yeah)
I'm the n!gga that your b!tch wanna top (Yeah)
I'm the n!gga make your b!tch wanna pop (Yeah)
I'm the n!gga make your b!tch wanna pop (Yeah)
I'm the n!gga make your b!tch wanna drop (Yeah)
I'm the n!gga make your b!tch wanna pop (Yeah)
I'm the n!gga make your b!tch wanna pop (Yeah)
I'm the n!gga make your b!tch wanna drop (Yeah)
I'm the n!gga that your b!tch wanna top (Yeah)
I'm the n!gga make your b!tch wanna pop (Yeah)
I'm the n!gga make your b!tch wanna pop (Yeah)
I'm the n!gga make your b!tch wanna drop (Yeah)
I'm the n!gga that your b!tch wanna top (Yeah)
Pop, pop
I'm Working on Dying
Drop, drop
What the fxck?