Pop Shit Lyrics by Tee Grizzley
I swear to God, yeah
Oh, yeah
I used to play the GameCube, now I play the VS Cubes
They ain’t with us? Fuck ’em, we still in the trenches, pourin’ juice (Fuck them niggas)
Them boys’ll come and tie your ass all way up, you talk loose (Grrt)
Nigga (Haha), ayy
It cost money just to look like this (Okay), you gotta know somethin’
A nigga around me, he either get pape’ or’ll smoke somethin’ (Ooh)
A nigga hate? It’s probably ’cause his ho done choked on it (On my mama)
Ayy, life be lifin’ when you broke, don’t it? (Ha)
Being real can’t be taught, you just gotta be it
That shit either in you or it ain’t and we gon’ see it (It is)
Like I got a dog kennel, all these killers I be feedin’
Nigga throw a rock at me, them boys gon’ come and first degree him (Grrt, bang)
You ain’t gotta go to Cali, in the D, we got it low (We got it)
I been trappin’ since a kid, had niggas aunties snortin’ blow (They did)
I make shooters wanna cop a bag and watch they pockets grow
I don’t speak Spanish, but right after I nut, bitch, adios
I ain’t got no love for you, you ain’t run them streets with me (Uh-uh)
You ain’t pick up jail calls, bitch, you ain’t send no cheese to me (Uh-uh)
I don’t know what niggas thought, but you don’t want no beef with me (Uh-uh)
I had them niggas on your taco, better duck your beef and bean (Bop, bop)
(Grizz, what your chain cost?) I don’t know, a half a million? (Huh?)
Don’t do friendly bitches, she speak back, you can have her, nigga (Fuck on)
Youngest niggas in the city, bricks in the casket, nigga (Woo)
Bring me fifteen, once you pull off, can’t bring it back, my nigga (Get it done)
You see the ice job? You can’t even lie, they did a nice job
They ran in my crib, them lil’ boys weren’t in they right mind
You know them G7s come broad, they don’t wait ’til nighttime
Before I trust a nigga with the wheel, I’ll let my wife drive (Facts)
Gettin’ money, break bread with the whole mob (With the mob)
Wait, keep my name out yo’ mouth, that’s these hoes job (That ain’t yo’ job)
We hit the club, fifty deep, don’t wait in no line
These niggas play tough, but be bitches the whole time (You a ho)
Two hundred racks in my pocket, woo (Bitch)
Fifty in each pocket, she on cock, dick (Bitch)
Diamonds on me, jumpin’ like a moshpit (Ayy)
We don’t want smoke, we don’t talk, we pop shit
Ayy, take my shirt off in this bitch, boy, I’m from the skud
Read my tats and you might just notice I’m a Blood (Suu whoop)
Fully on my left, pills meltin’ in my mud (Grrt)
Put a half a ticket on yo’ titties, come and get a hug
I’m feelin’ like O’Shea, I pulled up in a red eye (Skrrt)
And you know what I bang, bitch, I’m a red guy (Blatt, blatt)
It’s on my head, ain’t no flag on my leg
Five hoes used to hold me, they tryna give me the head now (Goin’)
I put her in a Benz, you had her walkin’ home
After I fuck, I ain’t really tryna talk no more
Shoutout to the opps, yeah, I got all the los (On my mama)
Say, I’m just waitin’ on whoever piss me off the most (Yeah)
Lamborghini Meezy, Mr. Spin-A-Block (Bop), hit a top (Bop)
They thought I was comin’ handgun, nigga, this a chop’ (Grrt)
Fuck that bitch and told her she was finished, now she with the opps (Bitch done)
That nigga smoke on lil’ Kenny, now he in a box
(Grizz, what your Glock hold?) Ayy, I don’t know, fifty shots
I ain’t out here aimin’ at niggas legs, I’m tryna hit a top (Brrt)
Yeah, I love talkin’ ’bout that money ’cause I get a lot (Bitch)
Got that Lamborghini hardtop, I’m tryna get the drop (Skrrt)
I don’t give a fuck, uh, turn a lot of niggas victim, tryna hit with us (Bang)
Mr. I-Might-Blow-Down-On-You-With-The-Ups
Pulled up in a Bentley, I got prosecutor hoes that go to Harvard talkin’ shit with us
Icy than a bitch, my ho rich, yeah, she Oprah daughter (Okay)
Three hundred and fifty on my wrist, frozen ocean water (Okay)
Let me know, you runnin’ from or is you runnin’ with us? (Uh)
Everybody got a four-five, I’m with a hundred niggas (Bang)
Do it for me, shake it for me, damn, put it on the cam’ (Woo)
If she got a fat ass like Pam, then she gettin’ slammed (Woo)
I ain’t gotta play my role, baby, you know who I am
My daddy used to smoke shit, call me, “Uncle Sam”
Brodie, turn me up, I’m ’bout to cartwheel off the Lamb’ (Woo)
Russian K came from Ukraine, this bitch ain’t gon’ jam (Grrt)
Double up two hundred in a month, gotta feed the fam
Bitch talkin’ shit while I’m fuckin’, got me (Thinkin’, man)
Put a nigga off the yard, put a nigga off the Earth (Woo)
Put a nigga in his place, put a nigga on a shirt
I’ll horse you with the hands, but I shoot it like I’m Dirk
Put in work, ain’t no sleepin’, we alert, slip and surf
Got me trippin’, I ain’t slippin’, though
Come here, I ain’t pickin’ hoes
They know me to shoot that bitch and swish, I ain’t Pippen, though (Grrt, grrt)
Super bad bitches bring me money, I ain’t pimpin’, though
Told my mama, “If I disappear, I’m probably with a ho” (Damn)
Ayy, disappear, I’m probably with a—
Told my mama, “If I disappear, I’m probably with a ho”