I pop my shit
I pop my shit, dawg
I pop my shit
Pop my shit, dawg
I pop my shit
I pop my shit, dawg
I talk my shit
I walk my shit, dawg
We in this bitch, we got a stick, dawg
You better chill, or you could lift off
F*ck your clique, and f*ck your big dawg
I got 'em mad, these niggas pissed off
Rock my jeans backwards like I'm part of Kriss Kross
He made a gamble with his life and took a big loss
Better have someone behind you when the shit fall
Ain't shit to get a hater hit, it's just a quick call
I tell that nigga "come direct, f*ck all that slick talk"
I swear, I hit reject, every single time your bitch call
So I had to turn that bitch off
F*ck your feelings, nigga, let me pop my shit dawg
Pop my shit
Pop my shit, dawg
I pop my shit
Pop my shit, dawg
I pop my shit
I pop my shit, dawg
I talk my shit
I walk my shit, dawg
We in this bitch, we got a stick, dawg
You better chill, or you could lift off
F*ck your clique, and f*ck your big dawg
I pop my shit
I pop my shit, dawg