pop off - yxna lyrics
i tell a b*tch turn me up cause i made a new hit
double cup, get pulled cause i’m way too lit
and you know i pop off cause i’m on my sh*t
call me frost cause it’s on my wrist
ayy, ayy
hot sauce, got the fire in the drip
top dog when i ride in the whip
won’t talk if you quiet like a b*tch
i dream about money then triple it up
but her jeans won’t fit, she wiggled it up
her ass so fat, she backin’ it up
we make you a cripple, my n*ggas are tough
watch me go dribble, i’m laying it up
st**zy than them and just give me the cup
see them f*ck n*ggas, i don’t say what’s up
it’s frosty and st**z, wе livin’ it up
livin’ it up, put the choice to the sidе
don’t talk to the snakes, that’ll leave you in hot
i’m goin’ up fast and i’m ready to climb
yeah, i stay on my grind
i don’t stop and i don’t make no excuses
they all rockin’ when they hear my music
if makin’ money is a language i’m fluent
i’m droppin’ soon and someone produce it
okay, okay, gimme my money, i need it today
she lovin’ this, uh*huh, beg me to stay
callin’ me william and this is my play
i done did all the work, now it’s time for the pay
it’s time for my payment, feelin’ amazing
ballin’ like 2k, i’m 99 rated
not getting traded, feelin’ like damed
it heatin’ up quick and i’m beatin’ the favorite
it’s bigger than this
i want ice on my wrist
two pockets, i’m feelin’ we gon’ get this sh*t
i wanted this sh*t since i was a jet
me and frosty, we gettin’, we gettin’ it quick
ayy, i tell a b*tch turn me up
cause i made a new hit
double cup, get pulled cause i’m way too lit
and you know i pop off cause i’m on my sh*t
call me frost cause it’s on my wrist
ayy, ayy
hot sauce, got the fire in the drip
top dog when i ride in the whip
won’t talk if you cry like a b*tch
i got this rap sh*t, eatin’ up quick like a kettle
don’t need no tricks, white boy fundamentals
never wanna draw, got a score left to settle
startin’ up a war if you think you’re on my level
i’ve been sippin’ syrup with a soda
coke, no cola, put him on a poster
you want smoke, then you go into a coma
pass me the controller, pull up barcelona
she gave me a kiss, yeah, i’m feelin’ legit
this beat, it got hotter than all of your fits
she said i don’t love her, i’m fakin’ this sh*t
i pull up with your mother, you takin’ a p*ss
n*gga, don’t bother, i’m hittin’ a l!ck
and if she does some work, yeah, i’m hittin’ it quick
sh*t is so slimy, it’s makin’ them sick
and the way that i flow, i feel like i’m picked
i don’t need sh*t, i did it all on my own
makin’ heat off the rib, yeah
blueberry color my skates, none of my n*ggas are fake
yeah, okay
i just been chasin’ my pay
came from behind, now i’m winnin’ the race, ayy
addicted to makin’ this cake
none of my n*ggas are fake, none of them fake
it’s bigger than this, i want ice on my wrist
two pockets, i’m feelin’ we gon’ get this sh*t
i wanted this sh*t since i was a jit
me and foster, we gettin’, we gettin’ it quick
i tell a b*tch, turn me up, cause i made a new hit
double cup, get pulled, cause i’m way too lit
and you know i pop off, cause i’m on my sh*t
call me frost, cause it’s on my wrist
ayy, ayy
hot sauce, got the fire in the drip
top dog, when i ride in the whip
won’t talk if you cry like a b*tch
Random Song Lyrics :