MCR_Boi - Pop IT
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Lyrics: It's what I'm feeling like
(Chorus)
Say hello, what's up?
I've got a gun in my truck
She gonna pop it this month
She knows I like it this plump
I've got the stuff in my cup
I sip it, sip it, just sup
Open that door, better dup
I gotta 9, better duck
Pop, pop, pop, that blood
Now look at my boy, he just slumped
This shawty wanting my pump
But she gonna feel like a sump
(Feature)
She just been sucking my dick
I just been riding the clit, yuh
300k is my rent
200k is your net
Hop in the Bentley, the jet
Pop it, now see where I'm at
Feel like I play for the Jets, yeah, uh, uh, uh
Speaking too much 'bout jets like I'm going to space
When I pray to the Lord, amazing grace
I put a hit on it, me out of brace
Lil Tecca turn that hit to a ransom
(Verse 2)
Pop it, pop it, like a tonic
Got a bag in it, running like Sonic
Bitch I'm iconic, bitch you're demonic
You are ironic while I'm embryonic
I want hedonic, man fuck that platonic
Ain't speaking, bitch, MF laconic
Staying injured like a motherfucking Giannis
Got some new shoes, now I'm feeling like Johnny
Shawty and shawty, I gotta demolish
That dirty ass money, I put it in laundry
Pick one of them, that put me in quandary
I'm in Japan in a fucking tsunami
I feel like Salah, go up in Saudi
Brokie is talking, now he's a paltry
He ain't got this Rari or Audi
(Bridge)
They say my name too much
Hold up, hold up, I got the shooters round
Leaving you bad, I got it
I wanna show you off
(Chorus)
Say hello, what's up?
I got a gun in my truck
She gonna pop it this month
She knows I like it this plump
I got the stuff in my cup
I sip it, sip it, just sup
Open that door, better dup
I gotta 9, better duck
(Chorus)
Say hello, what's up?
I've got a gun in my truck
She gonna pop it this month
She knows I like it this plump
I've got the stuff in my cup
I sip it, sip it, just sup
Open that door, better dup
I gotta 9, better duck
Pop, pop, pop, that blood
Now look at my boy, he just slumped
This shawty wanting my pump
But she gonna feel like a sump
(Feature)
She just been sucking my dick
I just been riding the clit, yuh
300k is my rent
200k is your net
Hop in the Bentley, the jet
Pop it, now see where I'm at
Feel like I play for the Jets, yeah, uh, uh, uh
Speaking too much 'bout jets like I'm going to space
When I pray to the Lord, amazing grace
I put a hit on it, me out of brace
Lil Tecca turn that hit to a ransom
(Verse 2)
Pop it, pop it, like a tonic
Got a bag in it, running like Sonic
Bitch I'm iconic, bitch you're demonic
You are ironic while I'm embryonic
I want hedonic, man fuck that platonic
Ain't speaking, bitch, MF laconic
Staying injured like a motherfucking Giannis
Got some new shoes, now I'm feeling like Johnny
Shawty and shawty, I gotta demolish
That dirty ass money, I put it in laundry
Pick one of them, that put me in quandary
I'm in Japan in a fucking tsunami
I feel like Salah, go up in Saudi
Brokie is talking, now he's a paltry
He ain't got this Rari or Audi
(Bridge)
They say my name too much
Hold up, hold up, I got the shooters round
Leaving you bad, I got it
I wanna show you off
(Chorus)
Say hello, what's up?
I got a gun in my truck
She gonna pop it this month
She knows I like it this plump
I got the stuff in my cup
I sip it, sip it, just sup
Open that door, better dup
I gotta 9, better duck