pop it.

Lyrics

[Intro] If you're not with it, get with it, bitch This is an underdogs exclusive Underdogs, bitch, hahaha Underdogs [Pre-Chorus] Can't front, I fell in love with it the second I saw it Anything you wanted in the store, you know that I bought it And I taught them how to pop that shit and they switched up on me [Chorus] And I showed you how to pop it, and I'm flyin' to you, private You text me, "Come here, papa", you know I'm bookin' that flight Givenchy, pop my collar, VETEMENTS, Balenci', Prada And I'm switchin' up my swag, I'ma do this shit in silence [Verse 1] Wake up, she fuck up her makeup on me With my bitch, 'bout to roll up then cake up on me I'ma roll up two blunts, I'm 'bout to face one, homie And they got me so fucked up, tryna take some from me [Chorus] And I showed you how to pop it, and I'm flyin' to you, private You text me, "Come here, papa", you know I'm bookin' that flight Givenchy, pop my collar, VETEMENTS, Balenci', Prada And I'm switchin' up my swag, I'ma do this shit in silence [Pre-Chorus] Can't front, I fell in love with it the second I saw it Anything you wanted in the store, you know that I bought it And I taught them how to pop that shit and they switched up on me [Chorus] And I showed you how to pop it, and I'm flyin' to you, private You text me, "Come here, papa", you know I'm bookin' that flight Givenchy, pop my collar, VETEMENTS, Balenci', Prada And I'm switchin' up my swag, I'ma do this shit in silence [Verse 2] And I pray this shit work, I ain't got no plan B 'Bout to purchase your flight, you can come and see me In the A for the night, you can come and see me In the rain with no light, so I can barely see Take these tennis bracelets off, I gotta let my wrists breathe Gotta give a hundred or more if you wanna get next to me I gotta thank my Lord, 'cause he keep blessin' me And I got a lot, but I want more, I'm tryna pass where the levels be [Pre-Chorus] Can't front, I fell in love with it the second I saw it Anything you wanted in the store, you know that I bought it And I taught them how to pop that shit and they switched up on me [Chorus] And I showed you how to pop it, and I'm flyin' to you, private You text me, "Come here, papa", you know I'm bookin' that flight Givenchy, pop my collar, VETEMENTS, Balenci', Prada And I'm switchin' up my swag, I'ma do this shit in silence