Tony Kashh - Pop My Shxt Lyrics

It's kashh uhh
Pop my shit ooh
Had to pop my shit uhh uhh
Pop my shit ooh
Had to pop my shit
I put thirty on my wrist
I put thirty in my clip
I got forty on my hip ooh
Had to pop my shit uhh uhh
Pop my shit ooh
Had to pop my shit uhh uhh
Pop my shit ooh
Had to pop my shit
I put thirty on my wrist
I put thirty in my clip
I got forty on my hip ooh
Had to pop my shit uhh uhh
G-Star jeans they from neimans
Shirt custom made yeen seen it
Jewelry by Johnny he a genius
Looking like I stepped out the cleaners
Kicks so swift yeen got these
Yeen got no sauce can't rock these
In the rubicon nigga with the top out
Neckpiece dummer than a drop out
Big kush smoke when I hop out
Bad bitches everywhere I pop out
Make the right move they choosin
Make the wrong move we shooting
Whoo know I had to pop my shit
Boy ya jewelry ain't real need to stop that shit
Out the middle of the mall why you cop that shit
All white soft white straight drop like this
Dope runna hoodie got a roll in the pocket
Glizzy in the other f*ck a pole its a rocket
Cuban link chain like twenty four K
Dope gold Cuts like I hit it with the blade
Four forty eight white runts no shake
Cookie in the wood got it smelling like cake
Ovo drum I ain't talking bout drake
Big dawg Kashh and it's Kashh with a k
Pop my shit ooh
Had to pop my shit uhh uhh
Pop my shit ooh
Had to pop my shit
I put thirty on my wrist
I put thirty in my clip
I got forty on my hip ooh
Had to pop my shit uh uh
Pop my shit ooh
Had to pop my shit uhh uhh
Pop my shit ooh
Had to pop my shit
I put thirty on my wrist
I put thirty in my clip
I got forty on my hip ooh
Had to pop my shit uhh uhh
I pull up exotic you want it I got it
Won't fit in a wallet and no it wold fold
Bitch tryna top me we still in the lobby
And she had a fit when I told her ass no
I got this ruger I ain't a shooter but if you cross me I'm leaving you cold
Necklace a cooler kush like a sewer
Smoking that funky you smoking them lows
Packaging shipping and catching them bows
Packaging shipping and catching them bows
Three sixty five in the heat or the snow
Three sixty five in the heat or the snow
Breaking it down to the minimum I need maximum
I got the best yeah im taxin
See that I'm adding I'm bout the math and them matics
I got that shit for the addicts
See it I want it Im grabbing
I gotta have it yeah I made ballin a habit
Check my status nigga I ain't never been average
I spent a lot on these karats
All of my haters I keep me working I need to find me some new haters
I keep on stacking them big faces now I need some of this new paper
Pop my shit ooh
Had to pop my shit uhh uhh
Pop my shit ooh
Had to pop my shit
I put thirty on my wrist
I put thirty in my clip
I got forty on my hip ooh
Had to pop my shit uhh uhh
Pop my shit ooh
Had to pop my shit uhh uhh
Pop my shit ooh
Had to pop my shit
I put thirty on my wrist
I put thirty in my clip
I got forty on my hip ooh
Had to pop my shit Uhh uhh