Purps - Mop (Remix) Lyrics

Cropped that nigga out the picture but you know I kept the dome
Left the nigga for no reason got him tightening his phone
Bitches on that petty shit but I be chilling in my zone
Pulling cards like teller bitch I'm bout to fix this hold
I don't care about yo feelings nigga tell me bout yo throat
Oh you was talking to me? Well bitch you better fix your tone
I don't joke around with bitches nigga please check yo hoe
I be on my solo shit I'll face a couple all alone
Every word come out my mouth got every hoe up they toes
I be chillin' by my lonely so I focus on my goals
I dare a bitch to step up on me imma step up out these clothes
Playing 'round with my money imma show you how I tote
Bitches begging for my life but can't handle how I'm living
I will never miss a shot, I up the clip and imma clear it
Bitch don't ask me bout yo nigga imma tell you I be chilling
Bitches beefing by they self come pop yo shit and imma sear it
Only bitch that got my back is the bitch you hearing spitting
Bitch don't rap my f*cking song if you gone f*ck up all my lyrics

I'm a rapper now, I gotta watch how I be moving
If the bitch say she gone beat me tell the hoe I said come do it
Laid back with yo nigga, riding round in a Buick
Smoking pressure high as f*ck and he playing all my music
Stop that capping shit
I'm the hardest bitch you know to do it
Bitches think I give a f*ck about they posts
Hoe is you stupid

Hit yo mama up
Cause that's the only bitch that owe you
See yo fake ass up in public
Imma Act like I don't know you
I hate bitches wit a passion
I just know I don't belong
Every time I drop a song
Got niggas blowing up my phone
Keep that energy for later
You can tell me with yo tongue

Fix the attitude or leave then best believe I'm bout to go
I ain never need a nigga
I ain gotta fix my tone
Heard you beefing wit da gang
And that's some shots straight to yo home
Hoe I'm faded with this liq liq and this pressure bitch I'm gone
Bitches all up on my clit
Cause they nigga took my soul
I can't help that I'm that bitch
Don't compare me to a hoe
Can't respect my f*cking name
Then I'm headed for the door

Bitch I'm next up for this paper
Cashing out I want them Benji's
Tell these niggas that I rap they think I sing
Then bitch I'm Whitney
Diss a hoe up in a song? Why would I give you that attention
Put the spotlight on my back hoe I'm cocky did I mention

Bitches playing with they music on the gang this shit is serious
I been rapping since a jit so this shit is never ending
If I said that imma do it best believe that imma finish
Pull up limping with my niggas pass my coat cause I be pimping
Spend them racks all on myself don't forget I'm independent
But if yo nigga pay my dues then imma let that nigga spend it
Think I'm playing with yo ass and you gone leave without yo fitted
You gone leave without yo fitted

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Pop, Get Popped
Get Popped Bitch
Get Popped
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Pop, Get Popped
The f*ck