Babyface Ray, Roley Gang Blue, Green Guy Rizzy, Lou Gram, Team Eastside Lil P, RiskTakerLeek - Pop Shit lyrics

Pop up, yeah
Pop up, get turnt, eat a bean, bitch

Pop up, get turnt, eat a bean,  bitch
Rockstar, got rips in my jeans, bitch
Reach for my shit
Get you dropped like some lean quick
Red in my cup
 all the money in my jeans Crips
Two zips of this, I'm feelin' better (What?)

Shoes on my feet, these Margielas, nigga
They done freed the guy, that's the devil
Shout out to the last sneak
Disser, he in heaven, nigga
I been on the road for like six months
(For real)
I done touched down and put six up
(Six, nigga)
Shootin' out of town, puttin' bricks up
(For real)
Karo'd the whole town, me and Big Gus, uh
(Skrrt)

I just hope the feds don't indict me
Countin' money, pourin' drank
That's the only thing excite me
I just spent five hundred off white tee
Rock Triple S Balenciaga, no Spike Lees
It's rare you see some niggas'
Ice shinin' like these
We pour up sixes, lil' nigga
But drink 'em like threes

Bustdown kit on every nigga with me
Just cashed Amiris for eleven-fifty (yeah)
Wintertime grind, threw on the Dickies
(Grind)
In the last thirty days, tryna make fifty
(Fifty racks)
When P touch down, got a ten for him
(Free the Ghetto)
Bet I fuck two hoes, have a friend for 'em
(Lou Gram)

Lou, why you got them Dickies on?
'Cause I just left the trap (yeah)
'Bout to say fuck this rap shit
And call my plug back (Call the plug back)
A hundred blues in the V
I had to double back (I had to turn around)
Grab a hundred of that dog and
Put a one on that (Put a one on that)
Off White shirt, off-white plug
Them things touched down off-white
I fell in love (yeah)

I was only sixteen when I met my first plug
(I did) ever since then, nigga
It been nothin' but the love (Rizzy)
I got Blood niggas locked in
I call they ass, "Cuz"
If you ever see me out smokin', nigga
It's all crud street nigga, baby, yeah
I got it out the mud
If you ever disrespect me
You can get your ass slugged

Bitch, I'm a gangbanger
Pint maker, buffs taker a sip eighters
What you need? I get it catered
Four, five bitches wanna cuff
But I'm a player
I used to serve Oxycontin pills up at Baker
Heard you talkin' down on a nigga
You a hater i'm back on that bullshit
Robbin' out-of-staters

The bag look like Skittles, different flavors
I count up all the money, see you later
I caught too many bags
Now I gotta use the neighbors
We spend a lot on guns
We got hundred rounds and lasers
We pour an eight and bust a lot of juggs
We ain't lazy
I call them shottas up like Ice
They owe me a favor (D-Boy)

What you know about trappin'
With a dope fiend?
Livin' in the spot, movin' grams while you OT
Low-key, fuckin' with the plugs got
Me a froze piece
My favorite one was Sam until
He fucked around and OD'd (RIP sam)
Fentanyl fuckin' up the game
I gotta get me some (Need that)
Popeyes dropped the chicken sandwich
Had to get me one
Any nigga 'round this bitch with
Chickens better give me one (Okay)
I ain't never stayin' broke, I'ma get me some