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icewear vezzo - let me pop my shit lyrics

[intro]
yeah, the beat cut up
(gentle beatz)
dog sh+t records, n+gga
we got money, woo

[chorus]
hmm, ooh, let me pop my sh+t (pop it)
hmm, yeah, yeah, let me pop my sh+t (let me pop it)
hmm, b+tch, let me pop my sh+t (pop my sh+t)
phew, yeah, yeah, let me pop my sh+t (on god)

[verse 1]
d+mn, homie, what’s happenin’, brodie? (what’s happenin’, brodie?)
hmm, got bands on me, all this f+ckin’ cash on me (ooh)
n+gga, watch me double up soon as i do my dance on it (fetty)
got a bag of fetty pills, send it to the ten, woadie (ten)
yeah, see, you let that pape’ talk (talk)
a whole lot of motion, n+gga, this sh+t a cakewalk
pop out and let that drac’ talk (fah, fah)
shots fired, we be outside, i let the wraith talk (skrrt)
diamonds make the face bark, pour mud, so i can day walk (so i can day walk)
i got a ton to blow up, been on the run, don’t slow up (been on the run)
better not step foot in this b+tch, you ain’t got no hun’ to throw up
or at least a dub to throw up (yeah)
even my lil’ steppers gon’ flex (yeah)
take that lil’ b+tch off your wrist, show some respect for yourself (goofy+ass)
[chorus]
ooh, let me pop my sh+t (pop it)
hmm, yeah, yeah, let me pop my sh+t (on god)
phew, b+tch, let me pop my sh+t (mud)
hmm, yeah, yeah, let me pop my sh+t (ooh)

[verse 2]
quarter million on my wrist, yeah, i can pop it, n+gga (yeah, i can pop it)
nothin’ but water ’round my neck, yeah, i can pop it, n+gga (yeah, i can pop it)
they ain’t flexin’ like i’m flexin’, i can pop it, n+gga (i can pop it)
i got dog sh+t on me now ’cause i can pop it, n+gga (b+tch, yeah)
i got houses, cars, and jewelry, don’t even post them b+tches
so much motion ’round this b+tch, so i got motion sickness
turn the green to pink and blues, look like i roast a chicken
coco whippin’, davison spinnin’, tesla rosa whippin’
soon as a b+tch play on my pape’, i’m gon’ get even the first day
you let a ho play in your face and still believe in what she say
goofy n+gga, got so much cheddar, i think i need a extra plate
all my cars on fs and eights, got eight yards and extra grates (goofy n+gga)

[chorus]
ooh, let me pop my sh+t (pop it)
hmm, yeah, yeah, let me pop my sh+t (on god)
phew, b+tch, let me pop my sh+t (mud)
hmm, yeah, yeah, let me pop my sh+t (ooh)
[outro]
quarter million on my wrist, yeah, i can pop it, n+gga (yeah, i can pop it)
nothin’ but water ’round my neck, yeah, i can pop it, n+gga (yeah, i can pop it)
they ain’t flexin’ like i’m flexin’, i can pop it, n+gga (i can pop it)
i got dog sh+t on me now ’cause i can pop it, n+gga
b+tch, yeah

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