Bankroll Freddie - Pop It lyrics

[Intro] Let the BandPlay (Yeah) [Verse 1: Bankroll Freddie] Young ni**a turnt, I'ma pop it (I'ma pop it) Keep me a .30, ni**a, this ain't no Roxy (Baow) Get your ass shot, I ain't doin' no boxing (No boxing) I cook this sh*t in they face like Hibachi I know he hatin', I got the b*tch watchin' (Haha) She on my drip and she like how I pop it (Oh, she like it) He can't afford neither one of these watches (Nah) She wanna fu*k and she heard that I'm toxic (Big toxic) I wanna fu*k on lil' mama, she thick (Ooh) Booty so big, ooh, look at them hips (Look at her) Like how she shake it, might give her a tip (Give a tip) Go to the back, I might give her this tip (Ooh) Straight to the room, got her all on my zip (Zip it up) Beat that thang up from the back, let mе dip (From the back) Say she got water, wеll I need a sip (Ooh) Pussy low mileage, take me on a trip (Yeah) I know for a fact that she feelin' me (Ooh, ooh) Catch us a vibe, yeah, she matchin' my energy (Yeah) She a lil' hood, I think she's from Tennessee (On God) Booty so big, could of thought she from Texas (Texas) She got the peach, could of thought she from Georgia That pussy so wet, well take me to Florida (Ooh) I kinda adored her, so I Dior'd her Let's hit up Lenox and blow us a quarter, yeah (Quarter) [Chorus: Bankroll Freddie] Pop it (Ooh), pop it (Ooh), pop it (Ooh) Pop it (Ooh), pop it (Ooh), pop it (Ooh) Pop it (Ooh), pop it (Ooh), pop it (Ooh) Pop it (Ooh), pop it (Ooh), pop it (Ooh) Pop it (Ooh), pop it (Let the BandPlay) [Verse 2: Megan Thee Stallion] Ayy, young b*tch lit, I'ma shake some (Shake some) If he got money, you know I'ma take some Whoever I'm fu*kin', these b*tches want next (What?) You eatin' my leftovers, that's not a flex (Ugh) b*tches ain't fu*kin' with me in this jewelry (Ah) I need a ni**a that know what to do with me Guess I'm too hot so these b*tches ain't cool with me (Hey) Too fu*king thick, he wish it was two of me (Ah) Poppin', bad b*tch, keep me a option (Yeah) Wavy, hoes see me and get nauseous (Get nauseous) Famous, leave with the ni**a you came with (Came with) Dangerous, I don't fu*k around with no lame sh*t 'Scuse me, we tryna get by with that Uzi Finna let him bust off some rounds in this coochie (Baow, baow) Bank tryna fit all this ass in the two seat (Hey) b*tch finna go broke tryna outdo me Umm, if I'm not the hottest, who is? (Who is?) She got a booty fetish, tryna steal my sh*t (My sh*t) M's to the lawyer just to handle my biz' (My biz') 200K just to cover my wrist (Brrr) He bopped out and I wanna see what that mouth 'bout Start from the bottom to the top like a countdown (Ah) Everybody pull out they phone when I pop out Pop it, baow, baow [Chorus: Bankroll Freddie] Pop it (Ooh), pop it (Ooh), pop it (Ooh) Pop it (Ooh), pop it (Ooh), pop it (Ooh) Pop it (Ooh), pop it (Ooh), pop it (Ooh) Pop it (Ooh), pop it (Ooh), pop it (Ooh) Pop it (Ooh), pop it (Ooh), pop it (Ooh) Pop it