DJ Esco & Doe Boy – Pop It Lyrics

DJ Esco & Doe Boy – Pop It Lyrics

Lemme pop my shit (pop my shit)
Pop it, pop it, pop it, yeah, pop it, pop it

Hol up lemme pop my shit (pop it)
She wanna fuck ima let her, nigga I don’t stop my bitch
(I don’t stop my bitch)
I ain’t gonna watch no hoe, nigga gotta watch my wrist (ayy ayy)
Better know I ain’t gon go, nigga I got my blick (ayy ayy)
Yeah they call me “Gucci Kick Door” nigga better hide your bricks (ayy ayy)
We on his ass if it’s smoke, nigga we slide on shit (gang gang)
Hol up lemme pop my shit, hol up lemme pop my shit,
hol up lemme pop my shit, hol up lemme pop my shit (let’s go)
Hol up, pop it I heard these niggas was plottin’ (pussies)
I heard he said he gon’ reach in my pocket,
he reach then he grab the rocket

Hol up, pop it these niggas mad I’m poppin (ayy)
We press the gas no stoppin’ (let’s go)
These niggas sweeter than Baskin Robbins (oh really?)
I never needed a mask when I’m robbin’ (no no)
Look at my case go look at my [?] (yeah yeah)
Whole lotta paper, ain’t talkin’ bout documents
Hold on, talkin’ my shit yeah I’m poppin’ it (let’s go)
Lookin’ for ak, bitch I’m cool on the [?]
Pull out that mac you gon’ shoot it or not (gon’ shoot it or not)
Most of our enemies dead niggas, now we barely get into it with the opps
(let’s go, oh really?)
I used to walk down mofuckin’ block with a mofuckin’ Glock (hey, hey)
Brand new Gucci just dropped, got copped, no longer in stock (hey, hey)
Don’t lie to me, lie to yo nigga, bitch you was all on my cock (hey, hey)
You know I don’t need you I’m hot (hey), you was just one of my thots (hey)

Hol up lemme pop my shit (lemme pop my shit)
She wanna fuck ima let her,
nigga I don’t stop my bitch (I don’t stop my bitch)
I ain’t gonna watch no hoe, nigga gotta watch my wrist (ayy ayy)
Better know I ain’t gon go, nigga I got my blick (ayy ayy)
Yeah they call me “Gucci Kick Door”
nigga better hide your bricks (ayy ayy)
We on his ass if it’s smoke, nigga we slide on shit (gang gang)
Hol up, pop it I heard these niggas was plottin’ (pussies)
I heard he said he gon’ reach in my pocket,
he reach then he grab the rocket
Hol up, pop it these niggas mad I’m poppin’ (pussies)
I heard he said he gon’ reach in my pocket,
he reach then he grab the rocket

Pull up the glizzy I’m squeezin’ it,
I don’t fuck with no hoe that’s disobedient (ayy)
If a rich nigga wanna cum in your mouth and
you broke bitch you should be drinkin’ it (ayy)
Stay with my pole I’m keepin’ it, fuck do I look like leavin’ it?
Hol up bitch lemme pop my shit, everything I say I’m meanin’ it (Doe Beezy)
RBMG they ain’t as real as us, hop in the coupe put the ceiling up (skrrt)
Give her good dick ima fill her up, she don’t live with you,
boy you live with her (fool)
She don’t like the fact you not real with her,
don’t like how you look and ain’t feelin’ ya (p*ussy)
You know I got it the day that I leave you, my brother [?]
prolly leave India (never)
I go to war with whoever, I keep a 30 or 50 or better
Put down that phone bitch you textin’ too much (fuck is you doin?)
I’m high as fuck I feel like it’s a setup
Life is good, I woke up feelin’ successful (Beezy)
[?] on his body, Fendi, better not [?] (oh really?)

Hol up lemme pop my shit (lemme pop my shit)
She wanna fuck ima let her,
nigga I don’t stop my bitch (I don’t stop my bitch)
I ain’t gonna watch no hoe, nigga gotta watch my wrist (ayy ayy)
Better know I ain’t gon go, nigga I got my blick (ayy ayy)
Yeah they call me “Gucci Kick Door”
nigga better hide your bricks (ayy ayy)
We on his ass if it’s smoke, nigga we slide on shit (gang gang)
Hol up lemme pop my shit, hol up lemme pop my shit,
hol up lemme pop my shit, hol up lemme pop my shit (let’s go)
Hol up pop it, hol up pop it, hol up pop it,
hol up lemme pop my shit, hol up pop it,
hol up pop it, hol up lemme pop my shit

DJ Escomoecity the coolest DJ on the motherfuckin’ planet

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