DJ Tay B. - Pop Yo Shit (feat. Mani Jaee & Tay Bandz)

Whoa
Whoooaa
You’re in the mix with the one and only
Mr TayTookYaGirl
Bad bitch pop yo shit
Real nigga pop yo shit
Look at the ice on my wrist
All of these diamonds they hit
These niggas ain’t bout shit
He ain’t talking bout shit
Strapped in this bitch with them Macs and them Rugers
Don’t get us pissed off
Bad bitch pop yo shit (Pop yo shit yea yea yea)
Real nigga talk yo shit (Talk yo shit)
My niggas a hit some (For me)
My bitch she official
When I walk in the door they gone stare
So you know i gotta pop my shit
Disco ball on my wrist
Young nigga ask how I got it I told em to run it up
My team on my back
And I put in work just to make sure nobody can fuck with us
I’m talking my shit
And for niggas who hatin' just lay down cuz nigga it’s up with us
Bitch I’m a kick it for all of them nights I was broke
In the crib tryna make a lil come up
Flex on a bitch with a bitch that i met on the gram
And she bout it I dare you to run up
And not to mention she flexible
Before I bless her, I make sure she edible
Then when she blessing me lord it’s incredible
That’s not my bitch tho if we being technical
Tryna cop me a matte black 4 door
Foreign with the Forgiato’s sitting on 4 4’s
Cuz got the pressure coming to me for the low tho
Wrap or wood either way i’m a blow tho
Tryna cop me a matte black 4 door
Foreign with the Forgiato’s sitting on 4 4’s
Cuz got the pressure coming to me for the low tho
Wrap or wood either way I’m a blow tho
Haha bitch
Hmm
Bad bitch pop yo shit (Pop yo shit yea yea yea)
Real nigga talk yo shit (Real nigga talk yo shit)
My niggas a hit some (For me)
My bitch she official
Uhh
My niggas a hit sum (They gon hit sum)
My bitch she official (She so bad bad bad)
My niggas a hit sum
Blu money mafi
Hold up hold up
All my bitches pop they shit
All of em bad dena bitch
You don’t want no smoke in this bitch
All of my niggas be strapped
We snuck in this bitch with them sticks
Book a young nigga, I pop my shit
Shut up lol bitch yeen talm bout shit
Cartier wrist
Cost a lil money when you drip like this (This)
S/o to Freddie, now young niggas eatin'
They eyes on a kid and i know they believe me
I took off on niggas i know that they see me
Compete with no nigga so how you gone beat me?
Bitch i’m that nigga so watch you treat me
Watch how you talk to a nigga
Nah I can’t stop for them niggas
And my bitch bad she gone rock for a nigga
Rock rock rock
Bad bitch pop yo shit ahh (Pop yo shit yea yea yea)
Real nigga talk yo shit ahh (Real nigga talk yo shit ah)
My niggas a hit some (For me)
My bitch she official
Uhh my bitch she official
Blu money mafia aye
Pop yo shit yea yea yea

Written by:
Armani Johnson, Keionte Brown, Tay Butler

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