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letra de pop my shit - yo gotti & dj drama

[intro: yo gotti & dj drama]
pop your sh-t
who pop that sh-t better than me?
i been pop, pop, poppin’ sh-t
if it ain’t dram
dramatic
let me pop my sh-t
then it’s a nah
ain’t no replacements

[chorus: yo gotti]
yeah, let me pop my sh-t
n-ggas flat out hatin’ (for what?), you ain’t no opp of sh-t
ha, yeah, and we opposite
i be on that straight get to the money, don’t make me drop some sh-t

[interlude: dj drama & yo gotti]
(gangsta)
let me explain what i mean
pop your sh-t
at this point in 2023, somebody might have to step in and break up this monopoly i got on the mixtape game
it’s gettin’ unfair
(gangsta grillz)

[chorus: yo gotti]
yeah, let me pop my sh-t
n-ggas flat out hatin’ (for what?), you ain’t no opp of sh-t
ha, yeah, and we opposite
i be on that straight get to thе money, don’t make me drop somе sh-t
[verse 1: yo gotti]
you might catch me in a tux’ (suited)
factory on the phantom and you p-ssies know what’s up (know what’s up)
bowtie on my collar, hundred thousand dollars
got my slippers sayin’ prada
and my ho don’t give me problems
my net worth unidentified, i got twelve million in watches (woo)
i’m a street n-gga, i know how to hide it, got forty million in property (woo)
and it’s all there
why you tough-ass n-ggas be shootin’ at god? y’all hittin’ all air
my cars ain’t no flex to me
any b-tch stand next to me, she gotta put my ex to sleep (okay, okay)
she can’t get these racks from me, gotta arch that back for me
wake her up, put her back to sleep (yeah)
wake her up, tell her rub my feet (okay)
tell the world how you f-ck with me now

[chorus: yo gotti]
pop your sh-t
yeah, let me pop my sh-t
n-ggas flat out hatin’, you ain’t no opp of sh-t
ha, yeah, and we opposite
i be on that straight get to the money, don’t make me drop some sh-t (pah, pah)
yeah, let me pop my sh-t
n-ggas flat out hatin’ (n-ggas hatin’), you ain’t no opp of sh-t
ha, yeah, and we opposite
i be on that straight get to the money, don’t make me drop some sh-t
[verse 2: yo gotti]
seven days a week, i can fly private if i wanted to (yeah, yeah)
i’m consistent, i won’t ever let up if i wanted you
i’m persistent, i see every detail and won’t skip a step
real leader, won’t tell my dog do somethin’ i wouldn’t do myself
we pick up chanel (chanel) and we leave fendi on the shelf
your rocks big as h-ll, went to the jeweler, couldn’t help myself
million in a duffy, bought my son a fluffy
plug trust me, weed musty
streets love me and i love ’em back
gave my b-tch a million, she been turnin’ up, don’t know how to act
here’s another million, better flip that sh-t and bring it back
real hustler, so that’s the type of sh-t that i attract
and she turn me on, ridin’ that d-ck and talkin’ ’bout a sack

[chorus: yo gotti]
pop your sh-t
yeah, let me pop my sh-t
n-ggas flat out hatin’ (n-ggas hatin’), you ain’t no opp of sh-t
ha, yeah, and we opposite
i be on that straight get to the money, don’t make me drop some sh-t (i am, i will)
yeah, let me pop my sh-t
n-ggas flat out hatin’ (n-ggas hatin’), you ain’t no opp of sh-t
ha, yeah, and we opposite
i be on that straight get to the money, don’t make me drop some sh-t
dramatic, n-gga
[outro]
i be on that straight get to the money
and we opposite
i be on that straight get to the money
don’t make me drop some sh-t

- yo gotti dj drama

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