Letra de 'Pop My Shit' de Yo Gotti

Pop your shit
I been pop, pop, poppin' shit
Let me pop my shit

Yeah, let me pop my shit
Niggas flat-out hatin' (for what?), you ain't no opp of shit
Ha, yeah, and we opposite
I be on that straight get to the money, don't make me drop some shit

You might catch me in a tux' (suited)
Factory on the phantom and you pussies know what's up (know what's up)
Bowtie on my collar (collar), hundred thousand dollars
And my slippers sayin' Prada
And my ho don't give me problems
My net worth unidentified, I got twelve million in watches (woo)
I'm a street nigga, I know how to hide it, got forty million in property (woo)
And it's all there
Why you tough-ass niggas be shootin' at God? Y'all hittin' all air
My cars ain't no flex to me
Any bitch stand next to me, she gotta put my ex to sleep (okay, okay)
Shе can't get these racks from mе, gotta arch that back for me
Wake her up, put her back to sleep (yeah)
Wake her up, tell her rub my feet (okay)
Tell the world how you fuck with me now, pop your shit

Yeah, let me pop my shit
Niggas flat-out hatin' (hatin'), you ain't no opp of shit
Ha, yeah, and we opposite
I be on that straight get to the money, don't make me drop some shit (pah, pah)
Yeah, let me pop my shit
Niggas flat-out hatin' (niggas hatin'), you ain't no opp of shit
Ha, yeah, and we opposite
I be on that straight get to the money, don't make me drop some shit

Seven days a week, I can fly private if I wanted to (yeah, yeah)
I'm consistent, I won't ever let up if I wanted you
I'm persistent, I see every detail and won't skip a step
Real leader, won't tell my dog do somethin' I wouldn't do myself
We pick up Chanel (Chanel), and we leave fendi on the shelf
Your rocks big as hell, went to the jeweler, couldn't help myself
Million in a duffy, bought my son a fluffy
Plug trust me, weed musty
Streets love me and I love 'em back
Gave my bitch a million, she been turnin' up, don't know how to act
Here's another million, better flip that shit and bring it back
Real hustler, so that's the type of shit that I attract
And she turn me on, ridin' that dick and talkin' 'bout a sack

Pop your shit
Yeah, let me pop my shit
Niggas flat-out hatin' (niggas hatin'), you ain't no opp of shit
Ha, yeah, and we opposite
I be on that straight get to the money, don't make me drop some shit (I am, I will)
Yeah, let me pop my shit
Niggas flat-out hatin' (niggas hatin'), you ain't no opp of shit
Ha, yeah, and we opposite
I be on that straight get to the money, don't make me drop some shit

I be on that straight get to the money
And we opposite
I be on that straight get to the money
Don't make me drop some shit