Phay - Pop It Off lyrics

Chorus Oohweee uhh huhh oweeee pop it off in this muthas**a x4 Verse 1 Oh no more stressing out Y'all making me laugh like snl Lord willing I ain't goin to jail My brotha get jammed up he ain't gona tell I don't wana go to hell, but these big booty hoes make it hard as hell He don't even smoke no weed but he got jammed up for the parafan*l Y'all looking small as hell gotta beef it up waddup Scottdale They bring it at yo door like aol you got mail You bouta waste time don't do the crime unless you got bail You betta make time for that FaceTime or that PayPal New York, pop it off Stop playing, knock it off Riding round chi town sour crout on a hot dog God father, mob boss Big balls, hop off Two shots and 1 AO hotsauce Chorus Oohwee uh huh oohwee pop it off in this muthas**a x2 Verse 2 Zone zone zone zone 6 Ballin out like I'm ole miss Klay Thompson I don't miss I'm in