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key glock - pop my shit lyrics

[intro]
ahem
mr. glock
south memphis’ finest, n+gga
(hitkidd, what it do, man?)
yeah, yeah (yeah)

[chorus]
uh, i pop my sh+t for fun
i be smokin’ on that zaza, sippin’ lean like pimp and bun (b+tch)
yeah, these n+ggas talk that rah+rah sh+t, but they know i ain’t the one (uh+uh)
yeah, these n+ggas talk that rah+rah sh+t, ain’t even got a crumb (huh?)
[post+chorus]
ayy, i been countin’ all day, i done fractured my thumb (woo)
i took a look down at my wrist and it look just like a pond (woo)
i took a look up in the mirror and told that n+gga, “you won” (yeah)
real street n+gga, drop a n+gga, then drop a song
like ain’t sh+t happen (yeah)

[verse 1]
i just got off tour, went right back, yep, i’m back at it
if you know just like i know, these n+ggas big cappin’ (big cappin’)
yeah, all that make believe sh+t, you need to quit rappin’ (yeah)
heard you got stuck with a p, you need to quit trappin’ (what thе f+ck?)

[chorus]
uh, i pop my sh+t for fun (yeah)
i be smokin’ on that zaza, sippin’ lean likе pimp and bun (yeah)
yeah, these n+ggas talk that rah+rah sh+t, but they know i ain’t the one (yeah)
yeah, these n+ggas talk that rah+rah sh+t, ain’t even got a crumb (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[verse 2]
f+cked on this milf all day, i’m the same age as her son
told my n+gga, “no attempting,” sh+t, 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 n+gga, “here i come”
like, brr, brr, brr (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 sh+t for nothin’
if i put my jewelry on a scale, that sh+t would say a ton (bling)
this b+tch 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 n+gga play with me, you gon’ see a shootin’ star (fah, fah, fah)
[chorus]
i pop my sh+t for fun (yeah)
i be smokin’ on that zaza, sippin’ lean like pimp and bun (yeah)
yeah, these n+ggas talk that rah+rah sh+t, but they know i ain’t the one (yeah)
yeah, these n+ggas talk that rah+rah sh+t, ain’t even got a crumb (yeah, yeah, yeah)

[post+chorus]
ayy, i 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 n+gga, “you won” (yeah)
real street n+gga, drop a n+gga, then drop a song
like ain’t sh+t happen

[outro]
b+tch

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