05 Mac - Pop Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh
This ain't beef boutta bitch, nigga want smoke then we poppin' that shit
I grip me a stick, choppa do work and I hop in the whip
I'm getting the bag, countin' the hundreds, need blue strips

Bitches on bad, bitches got body, bitches be thicc
Niggas be pussy, niggas be scary, they ain't shoot shit
Yeah, I'm just gon' mob, bitch, I'ma walkin lick
And I'm sippin' on exotic, you know what the mix

Bitch, I don't po' up liq, bitch, I only sip hen
Im gon mack a bad bitch down
Im gon mack a bad bitch uh
Im gon mack a bad bitch down
I'm gon mack a bad bitch uh
Mac a bad bitch down
Im gon Mack a bitch down
Im gon Mack bad bitch down
Im gon Mack a bitch-
Down
Im gon Mack a bad bitch down
Im gon Mack a bitch-
Down
Im gon Mack a bad bitch down
Im gon Mack a bitch-
Down
Mack a bad bitch down
Im gon Mack a bitch
Down
Mack a bad bitch down
Im gon Mack a bitch
Down

This ain't cognac in this cup, this some activist
Bad bitch, I'm from Crown, and you know that shit love poppin X

Bad bitch in my house, and you know that she just want some sex
Nigga, talk that stick talk, but we be aimin at yo head, lil' nigga
This ain't beef boutta bitch, nigga want smoke then we poppin' that shit
I grip me a stick , choppa do work and I hop in the whip

I'm getting the bag, countin' the hundreds, need the blue strips
Bitches on bad, bitches got body, bitches be thicc
Yeah, yeah, oh
This ain't beef boutta bitch, nigga want smoke then we poppin' that shit

Get popped like thirties, yee lil homie, we keep them sticks
And I got yo shawty, all up on me, yee she gon strip
Bitch, I'm back in the six, bitch, bitch I came with a stick
I sit alone in my room, the biggest villain, the goon

It's quarter past noon, get in the whip , like vroom
When I drive by, they feel the doom, these opps im catching soon
Demon, to devil, unlockin the level, bitch, I'm a rebel
Feel the bass, the treble, they can't f*ck with us

In glock, I trust, revenge, I must
Glocky, I bust, try to make a fuss
Robbin', leave em in the dust, f*ck em
We don't need em', bitch, I bleed em

We don't feed em', uh
Ayy, I'm back on the flow
Smokin' that dro
F*ckin' yo hoe

Ayy, ran outta words to say
Bitch, it's insane