Key Glock - Pop My Shit Lyrics

Mr. Glock
South Memphis' finest, nigga
(Hitkidd, what it do?)
Yeah, yeah (yeah)

Uh, I pop my shit for fun
I be smokin' on that Zaza, sippin' lean, like Pimp and Bun (bitch)
Yeah, these niggas talk that ra-ra shit, but they know I ain't the one (uh-uh)
Yeah, these niggas talk that ra-ra shit, ain't even got a crumb (huh?)

Ayy, I've been countin 'all day, I done fractured my thumb
I took a look down at my wrist and it look just like a pond
I took a look up in the mirror and told that nigga, "You won" (yeah)
Real street nigga, drop a nigga, then drop a song
Like ain't shit happen (yeah)

I just got off tour, went right back, yup, I'm back at it (yeah, vroom)
If you know just like I know, these niggas big cappin' (yeah, big cappin')
All that make believe shit, you need to quit rappin' (yeah)
Heard you got stuck with a P, you need to quit trappin' (what the f*ck?)

Uh, I pop my shit for fun (yeah)
I be smokin' on that Zaza, sippin' lean, like Pimp and Bun (yeah)
Yeah, these niggas talk that ra-ra shit, but they know I ain't the one (yeah)
Yeah, these niggas talk that ra-ra shit, ain't even got a crumb (yeah, yeah)

F*cked on this MILF all day, I'm the same age as her son (yeah, yeah)
Told my nigga, "No attemptin'," shoot, we tryna get it done (bah)
I get cake, like every day, but my birthday, I got it done (skrrt)
Got Ben Franklin on my line, I told that nigga, "Here I come"
Like, brrp-brrp-brrp (here I come, let's go)
I got blue strips in my pocket, I got blue tips in my gun
I had copped the Goyard wallet, and I bought that shit for nothin'
If I put my jewelry on a scale, that shit would say, "A ton" (bling)
This bitch said that I'm the one, uno, yeah, number one (yeah)
Pockets fat, real fat, sumo, started with crumbs (yeah)
Chopper sing, chopper sing, Bruno, yeah, Bruno Mars (yeah)
Let a nigga play with me, you gon' see a shootin' star (fire, fire, fire)

I pop my shit for fun (yeah)
I be smokin' on that Zaza, sippin' lean, like Pimp and Bun (yeah)
Yeah, these niggas talk that ra-ra shit, but they know ain't the one (yeah)
Yeah, these niggas talk that ra-ra shit, ain't even got a crumb (yeah, yeah)

Ayy, I've been countin 'all day, I done fractured my thumb (yeah)
I took a look down at my wrist and it look just like a pond (yeah)
I took a look up in the mirror and told that nigga, "You won" (yeah)
Real street nigga, drop a nigga, then drop a song
Like ain't shit happen

Bitch