Don't Play Fair - POP MY SH!T Lyrics

Let me do my ad-libs, do my ad-libs
Yeah
Let me pop my shit
Let me talk my shit, nigga

Let me pop my shit
Water on my wrist, it be that cool key
Nigga, man, I took this hoe, I know he madder than a bitch
Yeah, you been on your way when I been gettin' rich

Nigga, man, I'm flippin' bricks, I'm in that track, how old he live
Yeah, I don't play with all them, but like my son, I get my sweets
Bitch, I'm from that Zone three, that West End, I'm gettin' swept in
I pull that thing, he sink with shells, I cut his ass like Ricky

Smokin' on that moonwalk, pack that shit, be a hella sticky
We know you a goofy, I whacked him for that cheese, I feel like Nicki
Need me a thick hoe with a double D, he gon' talk about Nicki
Nigga, I'm tall, I know he don't like me

Get in that field, come back, gon' fight me
All hoes singin' my songs, she like me
She bangin' on beats, I know she gon' bite me
Yeah, I think she a vampire

My mama told me, don't fight for no trail
I'm on an all-block lighter like Lamp
This ain't a game, boy, you cannot count
Yeah, I'm goin' on like a ramp

Jam, send it, can't send it, get slammed
Four pocket full, I'm smokin' on wham
Sell you a plug, but don't got a gram
I'm on that hotbox with three zips

I know a nigga who want no blue, but he don't need four no crips
Like a cowboy, got my Glock under my waist, don't shoot for the hills
I been poppin' my bag like Lame
When I see a opp, I get him dipped

This a dirty cup full of purple, nigga, you can't take a sip
Blame, blame, get a rip
I'm for showin' why I take a trip
Spin the block, that boy gon' dip

He gon' need some guy, gon' give this cop a little
I'ma talk my shit, I'ma pop my shit, bitch
I'ma talk my shit, I'ma pop my shit, tryna get rich
Tryna move my bros, I get rich

Let me pop my shit
Water on my wrist, it be that Kool-Aid kick
Nigga, man, I took this hoe, I know he madder than a bitch
You been on your way when I been gettin' rich

Nigga, man, I'm flippin' bricks, I'm in that child O.D.V
I don't play with all them, but like my son, I get my sweet
Bitch, I'm from that zone, three, that West End, I'm gettin' swift
I pull that thing, he seen with shells, I cut his ass like Ricky

Smokin' on that moonwalk, pack that shit, be a hella sticky