Letra de Pop Ya Shit (freestyle)
Oh my God ladies and gentlemen
You remember me, long time
You remember me, long time
Shawty lurking on my page, better watch me flow
Hit the boomerang, and let her watch me slow
Hit the zoom again, and let her watch me close
Not to boast, i made it in your face like Hibachi stove
Wooo
I love dealing with a rich nigga(rich nigga)
I love dealing with a rich nigga
Cause he gon trick and imma trick
But he gon trick bigger
My last nigha was a fraud was a big difference
I gave my heart, this nigga put it in a bitch picture
All black in a range, we spin a year
The Cartier cover the frame of this denim tears
I occupy the lane, in the game, this bitches fear i mean really
What the fuck is you saying? These bitches weird
You a bottom feeder
Me? I′m an autolinker
Winter, spring, summer and autumn my order either
I'm in area the attico, jpg
I′m the gallery, Givenchy and deonly
Mean the Webster, they text me like every week, and the collection no question, just get me there
Get respect without talking for him, up in the stu
I get checks without working for them
I'm Twitter blue civil with who? Me? Bicker with you
I'm like Rsv mixed with covid sicker than flu
I put RnB, mix with poetry, ths is new
You take lauren, me, jigga and her, and you get them truth
You think you big meech, a big reach
You is a big bitch, start calling you big sis
I could never talk so little homie, little guy
Who gotta wait for the big homie to get tab
The last up, the casper
The little nigga they send to go get some backwoods
Wooo... Am just cringing at the thought
Ben simmons just went in philly
I′m just sitting in on the floor, like oh boy
Hit the boomerang, and let her watch me slow
Hit the zoom again, and let her watch me close
Not to boast, i made it in your face like Hibachi stove
Wooo
I love dealing with a rich nigga(rich nigga)
I love dealing with a rich nigga
Cause he gon trick and imma trick
But he gon trick bigger
My last nigha was a fraud was a big difference
I gave my heart, this nigga put it in a bitch picture
All black in a range, we spin a year
The Cartier cover the frame of this denim tears
I occupy the lane, in the game, this bitches fear i mean really
What the fuck is you saying? These bitches weird
You a bottom feeder
Me? I′m an autolinker
Winter, spring, summer and autumn my order either
I'm in area the attico, jpg
I′m the gallery, Givenchy and deonly
Mean the Webster, they text me like every week, and the collection no question, just get me there
Get respect without talking for him, up in the stu
I get checks without working for them
I'm Twitter blue civil with who? Me? Bicker with you
I'm like Rsv mixed with covid sicker than flu
I put RnB, mix with poetry, ths is new
You take lauren, me, jigga and her, and you get them truth
You think you big meech, a big reach
You is a big bitch, start calling you big sis
I could never talk so little homie, little guy
Who gotta wait for the big homie to get tab
The last up, the casper
The little nigga they send to go get some backwoods
Wooo... Am just cringing at the thought
Ben simmons just went in philly
I′m just sitting in on the floor, like oh boy
