POP IT

Yeah
Yeah-yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Whoa

Pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it
Pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it
Pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it (Pop, pop)
Pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it (Pop, pop, pop)

In the hood with my shirt off (21)
And I got my Glock hangin’ out (21)
Eastside nigga, I’ma bang it out (Pussy)
Twenty superchargers when we swangin’ out
Listenin’ to the opps, you bet’ not play it loud (Bitch)
21 4L, spray the crowd (Bitch)
Pick a L, quarter ticket, bling blaow (Bitch)
Playin’ with her kitty-cat, meow (Yeah)
Nine-figure money talk like Yao Ming
Gotta turn your parking lot into a crime scene (On God)
I gave that girl a Perc’ ‘cause she like trying things (On God)
Wipe his nose, leave a nigga’s shirt lime green (Straight up)
Aye, I bought that girl a shop ‘cause her skin clean (Yeah)
Talk to me nice, baby, don’t be mean (Don’t be mean)
Go to sleep with me and wake up in a dream (21, 21)
Walk you in Hermés and get you everything (Everything)
A bitch that ain’t goin’, I ain’t never seen (Where she at?)
Ten bodies or less, you a fucking queen (And it’s fat)
If it’s less than nine condoms, ain’t a thing (That’s a fact)
And if it’s less than eight, you get a fucking ring (Straight up)

Pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it (Pop, pop, 21)
Pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it (Pop, pop, pop, pop)
Pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it (Pop, pop, pop, pop)
Pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it (Pop, pop, pop, pop)

You broke, stop it (Pussy)
The hoes watchin’ (Pussy)
Million-dollar cars (21)
Million-dollar watches (21)
Real nigga hustle (21)
Bitch nigga gossip (21)
I’m up nine figures
Oh, you wanna see me pop?
I’ll show you how to pop it (21)
I got you

Pop it like a rubberband, frying pan, soda can
Thick as fuck, built like I dance
Fuckin’ on this British man
Crib look like the Buckingham
Ass be shaking like it’s jelly, but this G-Lock never jam
Pull them panties to the side like a caravan (Skrrt)
I ain’t even get to shave, he don’t give a damn
I go G5 when I fly, Maybach when I land
I walk in a wifey and walk out like the Boogeyman, ah
Buy a Birk’, I squirt, buy a car, I cream
But he can’t pay me nothin’ to let him cheat in peace
I told him that I’m mixed, but not with fucking green (Fucking green)
He spend more than a M, then that’s a fucking king

Pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it (Pop, pop, pop)
Pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it (Pop, pop, pop, pop)
Pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it (Uh, uh, uh, uh)
Pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it (Uh, uh, pop)

You broke, clock it (Clock)
Your nigga watchin’
Million-dollar whips
Million-dollar watches
Real bitches hustle (Uh-huh)
Weak bitches gossip
My crib seven figures (On God)
I’ll show you how to pop it (Pop it)

21 Savage & Latto - POP IT Lyrics

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