Pop My Shit (Explicit)

Pop My **** (Explicit) - Yo Gotti

Lyrics by：Mario Mims/Duje Zivaljic/Luisc J. Diaz/Jose Daniel Soto/Craig Scheuring

Pop your ****

I been pop pop poppin' ****

Let me pop my ****

Yeah let me pop my ****

Niggas flat-out hatin' for what

You ain't no opp of ****

Ha yeah and we opposite

I be on that straight get to the money

Don't make me drop some ****

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-a*s niggas be shootin' at God

Y'all hittin' all air

My cars ain't no flex to me

Any ***** stand next to me

She gotta put my ex to sleep okay

She can't get these racks

From me 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

**** with me now pop your ****