YFMRay – Pop My Shit

YFMRay – Pop My Shit Lyrics

Artist: YFMRay
Song: Pop My Shit

Young n#gg# came straight out the bricks
Now a young n#gg# getting to the bag getting rich
Bad b#tches all over my dick
Got vvs diamonds all over my wrist

I’m flying g5 i’m lit pockets full of blue hundreds like a got damn crip
In the a like i’m got damn tip
Big body wraith like a god damn ship
I feel like a fiend i keep pouring up 4s

Falling for money not falling for hoes
My n#gg#s solid ain’t never gone fold
You break the code you got sh#t in the nose
If i go broke need a pot and a stove

Vvs diamonds my body on froze
That’s the reason why my body so cold
My n#gg#s up we don’t f#ck with broke hoes
I got the key to the streets like alicia

Ain’t sold a pound then you can’t get a featurе
Half of these b#tches bе eaters so after i f#ck after i f#ck her you know ima leave her
After i f#ck her then i gotta go home
Vvs diamonds i’m feeling like frozone

Hercules get in the booth and i go strong we throwing bullets f#ck n#gg# like go long
Money
Cash
Bags

Racks
Packs
Hell nah we don’t f#ck round with no rats {2x}
Young n#gg# finna pop my sh#t , finna pop my sh#t

Young n#gg# finna pop my sh#t , ima pop my sh#t
Young n#gg# finna talk my sh#t, i’m finna talk my sh#t
Young n#gg# finna talk my sh#t, let me talk my sh#t
I’m tryna do me a show where the opps at said you getting money then stop that

I do not beef with lil boys where yo pops at we send some shots where his house at
I’m chasing cheese but i don’t f#ck with no rats i went and got me a mouse trap
Hopped out the back of the coupe with a big stick he couldn’t even let off a shot back
I’m in the trap from the sun up to sun down you n#gg#s ain’t seeing one pound

12 pull me over i ain’t making one sound if he move wrong he get gunned down
Glock hold a 50 this stick hold 100 rounds b#tch ima hoe i can’t settle down
I see a opp he get knocked down before corona i been having n#gg#s on lockdown
Before corona you know i been masked up hop out the back of that black truck

And if you ain’t talking bout money f#ck n#gg# then back up before all my young n#gg#s act up
These n#gg#s p#ss# b#tches hoes they just act tough faceshot now he can’t get back up
He on the ground now they calling for backup that’s for any n#gg# who try to jack us aye
Money

Cash
Bags
Racks
Packs

Hell nah we don’t f#ck round with no rats {2x}
Young n#gg# finna pop my sh#t , finna pop my sh#t
Young n#gg# finna pop my sh#t , ima pop my sh#t
Young n#gg# finna talk my sh#t, i’m finna talk my sh#t

Young n#gg# finna talk my sh#t, let me talk my sh#t
I’m tryna do me a show where the opps at said you getting money then stop that
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From the album:
Wishing Death (feat. Yfmray) [Explicit]
Release Year: 2020