Pop That Songtext
von Scar Lip

Called Day to get to work, called TaTa with the bands
Caught CiCi with the pack, she gon′ line you for the gang
I be chilling with the gang, I be chilling with the MAC
I be doing what I want, got me doing what y'all can′t

Niggas can't see me, niggas can't be me
Niggas in their feelings ′cause these niggas can′t reach me
I be chilling in the hood, niggas know what's good
Say it to my face, man, I wish a nigga would
Fuck your mother in the trap, shoot your brother in the park
They be asking where I′m at, lil' bitch, I′m in New York
New York, New York
New York, lil' bitch, I′m in New York

Pop that, drop that
Lob that, I got that
Pop that, drop that
Lob that, I got that


Come to 45th Street, I'ma have it with me
Got a couple loose screws, don't be acting silly
If y′all niggas need some work, y′all know where I'm at
And I got that zaza up in my fanny pack
Gimme that, gimme that
Niggas talking slick, I aim right where his beanie at
Beanie at, beanie at
In the hood, on the block is where you′ll see me at

Can't see me, niggas can′t be me
Niggas in their feelings 'cause these niggas can′t reach me
I be chilling in the hood, niggas know what's good
Say it to my face, man, I wish a nigga would
Fuck your mother in the trap, shoot your brother in the park
They be asking where I'm at, lil′ bitch, I′m in New York
New York, New York
New York, lil' bitch, I′m in New York

Pop that, drop that
Lob that, I got that
Pop that, drop that
Lob that, I got that


Okay, I keep a hood bitch with a pair of Daniel Greenes on
I'ma rock her bells like she got a tambourine on
That′s my theme song
Screaming "Fuck the opps" with no Vaseline on
Trap house haunted, call it Little Shop of Horror
Rich nigga shit, smelling like a flower garden
In the drop Gallardo, all these whores, I'm a hoarder
Made my pussy popper pop that pussy like a soda
I′ma let her pop that oochie, let her slop the Tunechi

Then I fed her cock and coochie like some lobster sushi
She a ratchet type of bougie, that shit wild, confusing
Got her skating on the X like Kristi Yamaguchi
Shit get scary, kinda spooky with her monster booty
Girl, that pussy pasta to me, ate her like a foodie
That vagina kinda fruity, treat it like a smoothie
Ain't from Queensbridge, but I throw this dick like I'm a QB

Uh, pop that pussy like a toolie
Pop that pussy like a UZI
Yeah, pop that oochie
Yeah, pop that oochie, make it pop for Tunechi
Yeah, pop it like a shooter
Pop that shit for Mulah