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I’m beating these bitches like bop it I’m blowing up I’m the topic And no one can stop it Bitch I’m the plug fuck a socket I ran it up in my pocket This drip you can’t kop it I only do features for profit My best friend the bank I’m finna go make a deposit Shoutout to Houston I’m poppin’ I’m boutta take off like a rocket I use to do shows for no money Now I won’t step on the stage Until I get the door money Circus soleil i got show money These niggas asking for bread Like where the fuck yo money You post a long time ago money I use to pull up hit licks Like it’s time to go money Bitch I got bread I want more money You niggas jokes So funny I be ballin’ on niggas I’m leading my team SongtexteTo the Green Just like my name was Popovich Had to work on my angle Arm length you in danger I’m crazy Cause I’m quick to pop a bitch I just made a new banger To help release anger And I can’t wait to drop the bitch I love all of my haters Cause they made me greater And no they not stopping shit When I was a kid I loved eating and drinking and sleeping At all of the pizza parties Now that I’m big I’m like fuck it We might as well link And I just throw a visa party Give me yo card number Expire date cv and we’ll get it started Ian worried bout opps My niggas big shooters I promise they won’t fucking miss a target Pop it Drop it Left right stop it Pop it Drop it Twist it Lock it Left right stop it Pop it Drop it Left right Pop it Pop it Pop it I’m beating these bitches like bop it I’m blowing up I’m the topic And no one can stop it Bitch I’m the plug fuck a socket I run it up in my pocket This drip you can’t cop it I only do features for profit My best friend a bank I’m gonna go make a deposit Shoutout to Houston im poppin I’m boutta take off like a rocket Damn Snuck in the club with my glocky Face shot gang Ion really like boxing Lil mama gone off a duce Some toxins Now she get freaky She foxy Damn Told he I ain’t trynna fuck Cause she drunk But she keep trynna tug on my boxers I got my O.G. a crib And I just bought a charger Could’ve been copped a few watches Say he get money he flozzin He don’t never got shit in his pockets Baby I’m rich and I’m poppin And I’m popular Never done shit for nobody It’s 50 on a blick That’s another couple bodies Hit em with the switch Make a nigga do Pilates Damn Big body Lil motor 10 cause the opps could be watching But since we got ten in this bitch Can you top me I like it sloppy Fuck around take you Saks Not a swat meat That’s where I can hit it from the back In my Versace In my boxers If he tweak on my bitch Then I’m popping him Fuck around up blick in his patna Flexing like he got it On the low we robbing him Told my bitch to bring the blick in her bonnet I’m beating these bitches like bop it I’m blowing up I’m the topic And no one can stop it Bitch I’m the plug fuck a socket I ran it up in my pocket This drip you can’t kop it I only do features for profit My best friend a bank I’m gonna go make a deposit Shoutout to Houston I’m poppin’ I’m boutta take off like a rocket Aus Songtexte Mania