Pop My *** Lyrics – Key Glock
Mr. Glock
South Memphis’ finest, ***
(Hitkidd, what it do, man?)
Yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Uh, I pop my *** for fun
I be smokin’ on that zaza, sippin’ lean like Pimp and Bun (***)
Yeah, these niggas talk that rah-rah ***, but they know I ain’t the one (Uh-uh)
Yeah, these niggas talk that rah-rah ***, ain’t even got a crumb (Huh?)
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 ***, “You won” (Yeah)
Real street ***, drop a ***, then drop a song
Like ain’t *** happen (Yeah)
I just got off tour, went right back, yep, I’m back at it
If you know just like I know, these niggas big cappin’ (Big cappin’)
Yeah, all that make believe ***, you need to quit rappin’ (Yeah)
Heard you got stuck with a P, you need to quit trappin’ (What the ***?)
Uh, I pop my *** for fun (Yeah)
I be smokin’ on that zaza, sippin’ lean like Pimp and Bun (Yeah)
Yeah, these niggas talk that rah-rah ***, but they know I ain’t the one (Yeah)
Yeah, these niggas talk that rah-rah ***, ain’t even got a crumb (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
*** on this MILF all day, I’m the same age as her son
Told my *** “No attempting”, ***, 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 ***, “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 ***
I had copped the Goyard wallet and I bought that *** for nothin’
If I put my jewelry on a scale, that *** would say, “A ton” (Bling)
This *** 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 *** play with me, you gon’ see a shootin’ star (Fah, fah, fah)
Uh, I pop my *** for fun (Yeah)
I be smokin’ on that zaza, sippin’ lean like Pimp and Bun (Yeah)
Yeah, these niggas talk that rah-rah ***, but they know I ain’t the one (Yeah)
Yeah, these niggas talk that rah-rah ***, ain’t even got a crumb (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
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 ***, “You won” (Yeah)
Real street ***, drop a ***, then drop a song
Like ain’t *** happen
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