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mook tbg - pop my s lyrics

[intro]
huh
aye what uncle sam doing in there?
uncle sam making beats (aye, it’s mook)
f+ck let’s hit it at the spot
huh (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
f+ck out the spot n+gga
straight up n+gga
sit yo ass down (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
woo, wow
it’s time to pop my sh+t, n+gga (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
ha, ha, ha, ha play that sh+t that you was talking about
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) wait what was that sh+t that you was talking about?

[chorus]
yeah
it’s time to pop my sh+t, i gotta stick sh+t so long
sh+t don’t even fit on my hip, hop out the whip sh+t on flood
not to even mention my b+tch, f+ck it i step on a f+ck n+gga neck
in these ralph simmons kicks, run up a sack yeah i gotta get

[verse 1]
i spend like 10k on a fit, too many rappers and not enough hits
i need the bag as big as it gets, stacking my chips like lays and jays
and everybody round me tryna get paid
that n+gga b+tch talkin, that sh+t on my page
been looking for n+ggas for days, i told em’ n+ggas to pop out
i don’t see n0body hotter than me
we can go song for song, or dollar for dollar
ain’t n0body f+cking wit me, i buss down the piece
these amiri jeans, n+ggas ain’t hard as me
not possibly n+gga, i’m proud to be
doing this sh+t on my own, ain’t no signing me
real big bands on me, they be like d+mn son, f+ck up the ransom
them n+ggas don’t want me to eat f+ck up the streets
they don’t ever be wherever i be, draco give em’ some to see
make em’ go missing, you wouldn’t even believe it
i ball i’m still undefeated, ball like we ball
[chorus]
yeah
it’s time to pop my sh+t, i gotta stick sh+t so long
sh+t don’t even fit on my hip, hop out the whip sh+t on flood
not to even mention my b+tch, f+ck it i step on a f+ck n+gga neck
in these ralph simmons kicks, run up a sack yeah i gotta get

[verse 2]
i’m wit the mob but rocking the 6
every n+gga in the city i l!cked, hoop dreams that was back on 06
ain’t had a dime and fell for a b+tch
now i buy it cash and pop my sh+t, we go broke we take his sh+t
everybody round me tryna get rich
i want it all a brand new audemar, n+ggas don’t play they part
push to start prolly take a n+gga heart, he a never make it far
we tryna get to the charts, f+ck what it charge
n+ggas ain’t going this hard, already know i’m a star
n+ggas ain’t living this large, f+ck it cuz we had it hard

[chorus]
woo
it’s time to pop my sh+t, i gotta stick sh+t so long
sh+t don’t even fit on my hip, hop out the whip sh+t on flood
not to even mention my b+tch, f+ck it i step on a f+ck n+gga neck
in these ralph simmons kicks, run up a sack yeah i gotta get
[outro]
yeah
uh, uh
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
ay what uncle sam doing in there?
uncle sam making beats (uncle sam making beats)

- mook tbg lyrics

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