Slatt - Pop! (feat. Herb) Lyrics

Set up shop
If the score's down then we gon' shop for opps
Watch the clock, I'm coming for y'all
Are you ready or not?
Hit-Boy
Check the charts (Oh)
Boutta break these niggas hearts (Oh)
You wanna play some cards? (Oh)
This the ace of hearts (Oh)
Check the charts (Oh)
I'm finna break these niggas hearts (Oh)
You wanna play some cards? (Oh)
This the ace of hearts (Oh)
Money in my hand (Oh)
(Oh)
Yeah (Yeah)
Hop out

Hop out, pop it (Yeah)
F*ck your problem (Oh, yeah)
F*ck your posse (Oh, yeah)
You don't want no problem (Want no problem)
Hop out, pop it (Huh, pop it)
F*ck your posse (F*ck your posse)
I'm off the Perkys with niggas (Perkys)
F*ck your molly (F*ck your molly)
I'm in Atlanta with dracos
Talkin' that shit get a halo
Got your bitch and she gone off the Henno
She a drinker she on her alcoholic mind, we know
With Swervo we gettin' the bankrolls
Off the Percs while you keeping a dank roll
I don't smoke while I pour my lean
Herb is it possible to pull a pasto

There's a couple dead niggas I know
They grave got pissed on by my kinfolk
Chicago getting too disrespectful
Ten thousand, that's on a pea coat
Help me hold the drum, it doesn't reload
Beat on your chest, like you talking to King Kong
That's if you get in the way of these bankrolls (Woah, oh, oh)

Right, okay, alright, alright, okay, alright
Hey Swervo, I'm sick of talking to these niggas
I don't think they getting the message like
I'm probably gonna have to just hop on this bitch and just
You know, make it clear for these dumbass
Yeah
It's like man, I'm a rich ass nigga from Chicago
Of course bro
Niggas don't be making it out
Niggas don't even know me for real man, sad boy shit don't mean shit
Uh, look

Swerv' pop out with that Glock out (Swerv')
You already know how I rock out (Bitch)
I get my enemies chopped dead
Then ride like with the top down (Uh)
And I don't f*ck four seven (Uh-uh)
But I got this bitch on lock down (Uh-huh)
Air you dead on the opps that took Roc down
Foenem pullin' up finna pop now (Skrr)
Once the body drop we won't stop now
I gotta hit the road when I'm outta town
Say "I got M's"
'Til I catch him outta bounds, oh I got him now
And I used to trap before I got an out
Me and bro switched shifts, so I got an hour
Goin' brazy on this rap shit, got 'em sour
Bitch I feel like, I got the power
Bitch I don't got no snap, I don't got no apps
I don't cap on none of that that bapp bitch
I got arrested in February yeah, but that bitch stole my
Always safe, don't care if they book me anywhere (Uh-huh)
I could describe them shootouts play by play, so I was really there
FaceTime Michael, I point out any pair
Told G-Money I misplaced the, and he ain't even really care
We blow that money we chase together and we gon' chase forever, misplace whatever
Take the Berettas, hit his face whenever

Hop out, pop it (Graa)
F*ck your problem
F*ck your posse
You don't want no problem
Hop out, pop it
F*ck your posse
I'm off the Perkys with niggas
F*ck your molly
I'm in Atlanta with dracos
Talkin' that shit get a halo
Got your bitch and she gone off the Henno
She a drinker she on her alcoholic mind, we know
With Swervo we gettin' the bankrolls
Off the Percs while you keeping a dank roll
I don't smoke while I pour my lean
Herb is it possible to pull a pasto