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Pop yo' shit Who pop that shit better than me? I been poppin'— Dramatic If it ain't Dram, then it's a nah Ain't no replacements Yuh, let me pop my shit Niggas flat out hatin' (For what?) You ain't no opp of shit Hah, yeah, and we opposite I be on that straight get to the money, don't make me drop some shit (Gangsta) Let me explain what I mean At this point in 2023, somebody might have to step in and break up this monopoly I got on the mixtape game It's gettin' unfair (Gangsta Grillz) Yuh, let me pop my shit Niggas flat out hatin' (For what?) You ain't no opp of shit Hah, yeah, and we opposite I be on that straight get to the money, don't make me drop somе shit You might catch me in a tux' (suited) Letras de cancionesFactory on the Phantom, and you pussiеs know what's up (know what's up) Bowtie on my collar, hundred thousand dollars Got my slippers sayin' Prada And my ho don't give me problems My net worth unidentified, I got twelve million in watches (Woo) I'm a street nigga, I know how to hide it Got forty million in property And it's all there Why you tough-ass niggas be shootin' at God, ya'll hittin' all air My cars ain't no flex to me Any bitch stand next to me, she gotta put my ex to sleep (Okay, okay) She can't get these racks from me, gotta arch that back for me Wake her up, put her back to sleep (Yuh) Wake her up, tell her rub my feet (Okay) Tell the world how you fuck with me now Pop yo' shit Yuh, let me pop my shit Niggas flat out hatin' You ain't no opp of shit Hah, yeah, and we opposite I be on that straight get to the money, don't make me drop some shit (Pah, pah) Yuh, let me pop my shit Niggas flat out hatin' (niggas hatin') You ain't no opp of shit Hah, yeah, and we opposite I be on that straight get to the money, don't make me drop some shit Seven days a week, I can fly private if I wanted to (Yeah, yeah) I'm consistent, I won't ever let up if I wanted you I'm persistent, I see every detail and won't skip a step Real leader, won't tell my dog do somethin' I wouldn't do myself We pick up Chanel (Chanel), and we leave Fendi on the shelf Yo' rocks big as hell, went to the jeweler, couldn't help myself Million in a duffie, bought my son a fluffie Plug trust me, weed musty Streets love me, and I love 'em back Gave my bitch a million She been turnin' up, don't know how to act Here's another million, better flip that shit and bring it back Real hustler, so that's the type of shit that I attract And she turn me on, ridin' that dick and talkin' 'bout a sack Pop yo' shit Yuh, let me pop my shit Niggas flat out hatin' (niggas hatin') You ain't no opp of shit Hah, yeah, and we opposite I be on that straight get to the money, don't make me drop some shit (Pah, pah) Yuh, let me pop my shit Niggas flat out hatin' (niggas hatin') You ain't no opp of shit Hah, yeah, and we opposite I be on that straight get to the money, don't make me drop some shit Dramatic, nigga (I be on that straight get to the money) (and we opposite) (I be on that straight get to the money) Don't make me drop some shit From Letras Mania