Intro lyrics

Whoa
Aye
Whoa

Tryna trap this shit out
Run my hood just like Ralo did
Had to cut the lil bitch off
Cause she say she don't swallow kids
Time is money
Had to run this shit up
See my backends quick
Flame Lasauce always fuckin' up
Gettin' off in some shit
Baby pop that pussy
Real niggas in the building
Everybody know we stackin' bread up
To the ceiling
Real niggas feel me when I talk
Cause we be touchin' millions
Had to stay down till I came back up
Cause that's gon' make em feel it
One thing I love about this fuckin' Glock
It aint got no feelings
Betcha I could make ya bedroom rock
Might knock on ya lil period
Know that poker stay off near me
Drop ya glass and take what's in it
Know a nigga so authentic
So them bitches hop off in it
Roll them joints fatter than dreadlocs
Got stars all down my skinnys
Know them niggas playin' pussy
Shoot them boys all in they fitted
We aint playin' get that bread
And then we moving out that city
Movin' to another city
Got them jwets I know ya with me
Know them bitches know they with me
Got a lil bitch from the Noya
I just sent inside the Amscot
She load at Kroger
We gon' smack that bitch and run them plays
Bitch until it's over
We don't play
What that fuckin' odor is
That's that motherfuckin'
Ahh

Baby pop that
Baby pop that pussy
Baby pop that pussy real niggas in the building
Had to stay down till I came back up
Cause that's gon' make em feel it

Baby pop that
Baby pop that
Baby pop that pussy real niggas in the building
Baby pop that
Baby pop that
Baby pop that pussy real niggas in the building