Shoota - Pop Dat Lyrics

Already know these bitches be fine and they fuccin with the shine
And Aint nobody snitchin, drop that ass
We ain't talking bout a dime
Sit that ass on my lap
While I recline
And ima keep throwing this money
Blowing not mo' than few hundy
Lemme just taste on the honey
Rich and sweet like molasses
Niggas tryna see mo asses
Strippers flocc to where cash is
They on my dicc and they wanna grab it
See that pussy, and I wanna stab it
She see these carrots and make like a rabbit
I'm in this bitch with the pistol paccin
Lotta swag with the bag and bacc end
Niggas thinkin of catch me laccin
I'm in the bacc with lil bitch relaxin
Please don't make me make y'all target practice
Pop that ass
Pop that ass for a real nigga
Pop that ass for a real nigga
Pop that ass
Pop that ass fo' me
Pop that ass
Pop that ass fo' me
Pop that ass
Pop that ass fo' me
Pop that ass for a real nigga
Pop that ass
Arrogant she stands, fucc it
Do yo dance
Put me in a trance
Tryna get my bands
But I ain't going broke
If that was in ya plans
Thought i was triccin
I told her I aint payin
Wanna see you do
Splits on the stage
Do it on the dicc while a nigga faded
Knowin sex sells this shit x rated
They say I'm going to hell
But I already made it
Ay real niggas put ya hands ups
Tell shawty gon picc them bands up
Got these Lame niggas usin handcuffs
Shawty tryna fucc, tell her say what's up
Reverse ride my dicc til I spray a nut
Don't stop til I say enough
She choosin on me in the blacc and gold
Money blue and green likes it mold
Split upside down on the pole
Acrobat, I ain't used to that
Damn I like the way she move that ass
I'm perusing that now pursuing cat
Stalking staccs while she throw it bacc
Baby poppin tHat ass and showing that pussy
Her name is Tiffany, she sellin them cookies
Attempt to finesse cause she think I'm a rookie
Fake for the Franks cause they crippin that's tookie
Most times they be choosin
Hard to overlook me
WHen Shoota blow up y'all better overbook me
These niggas be mugging thinking that they shook me
Sometimes I be thugging hopin that they push me
Til I pull the heat and have y'all pussys bookin
Got yall bitches lookin like she ain't tooken
Pop that ass
Pop that ass for a real nigga
Pop that ass for a real nigga
Pop that ass
Pop that ass fo' me
Pop that ass
Pop that ass fo' me
Pop that ass
Pop that ass fo' me
Pop that ass for a real nigga
Pop that ass
These bitches be playing, these nigga be playin
Pull the heat and bet them bullets ain't spraying
They talkin that talk like they gon have me layin
You know they be doing that cappin
Man half these clowns just rappin for fashion
Them pussy niggas just be actin for cameras
They hoe be on casting couch front the lens
Or giving up dome in the bacc of the Benz
Don't own that shit yet but I still fucc ya friend
Hoes love a dog
Last bitch is what caused
Relationship fall
Now twerk on my balls
She knowin I ball
She finessing my wallet
Up from my pants
Baby droppin them draws