Phil Ade - Pop That lyrics

[Hook: Uncle Luke] Don't stop, pop that, don't stop Pop that pop that pop that [Hook 2: French Montana] What you t**n with Work, work, work, work, bounce What you t**n with [Verse 1: Phil Ade] Poof there go her phone bill Poof there go her car note Proof I think her rent paid Them other strippers heart broke Horses on my t-shirt, horse on my cargos Wanna know what my clothes is? b**hes yell out Marco I be on my king sh** but I don't play it all go Put bad n***a that push key, they on they most soft flow Ho what you know what you on, what you working with You look like the wonder night, I'm looking for a certain b**h You cop that like a blackshot, badge trigger pull Turn me in the back f** me, and my n***a too I'm about to empty my whole pocket For that sh** you do Poof, there goes your money, watch these b**hes Jimmy Chius Take a remi to the face, pantie straight, 160 Drinking like we heavy weight Bring the cake yeah, care to say the amount of bread we weight We been leak ... tell me ... [Hook] [Verse 2: Dee Boy] Keep thinking I'ma lose, better stop that sh** Your ho like a balloon I'ma pop that b**h Tic tic tic boom when she top that dick Put the womb in the tomb, and she at my crib Work some, twerk some, that lady sh** I won't settle for Drop back and I drop stacks She pop that like kettle corn Them band like banana skins You slipping on and we peel them off You say the hoes like half.. we eatin like Cheech & Chong Ain't a plate I ain't eaten off My red bottoms like pizza sauce My b**hes f** me like p**n stars I ain't got time to be teaching broads My mind right, my vision clear My account like a space shuttle engineer And my flow out this world, your sh** ain't even reached another hemisphere No same lane, I'm too paid, I be getting these ho like 2k And your b**h give me crazy, tell that Donald Turmp's tupe Catch me, on south beach with them south b**hes with foreign hoes That's without visas, but I'm swiping out they mouth pieces It's Dee Boy, but I bet your b**h know who I am f** n***a free, but b**h this here that Royal Fam So, drop that p**y b**h [Hook] [Verse 3: Phil Ade] Four door but we couped up Side by and them broads drooling Only n***a new truck, only hoes when I car pull it Pull up to that valee, leave that sh** in the front row Step out with a blonde b**h She look like Miss Monroe I walk in and forget you with me Gucci kicks they extra crispy Who the f** is that on the mike MD in here, he best to get me Uptown in this b**h too South side in this ho We throw them dollars up high Now watch the b**hes get low, aha Yeah, drop it, drop it to the floor You on the clock I'm just tryna shop I'll let you know Them n***as throwing shots My n***as throwing stacks My n***a did 6 don't make them go back Royal Fam in this b**h it's a cold rap There ain't no man to f**ing with us, that's a no back My n***a Phuture drop it, dope boy what it do Tell them the wait is over, R.O.S.E. coming soon