GloRilla, Mike WiLL Made-It & CMG The Label

GloRilla, Mike WiLL Made-It & CMG The Label – Pop It Lyrics

Pop It

GloRilla, Mike WiLL Made-It & CMG The Label

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"Pop It." - GloRilla, Mike WiLL Made-It & CMG The Label

Sunday, 25 October 2026, 07:52 am

Album: Gangsta Art 2

Track No: 07

Mike-will-made-it
Big booty hoes
And I'm calling out the big booty bitches
Pop yo' shit, bitch
Pop yo' shit, bitch
Pop yo' shit, bitch
Onna Gang
Don't call me suh, I am not yo' sister, I will fuck yo' man
I know how to throw that ass and a bitch can throw them hands
Yo' **** a sucka busta, he ain't breaking off no cash
My **** be swipin' cards, he gon' teach me how to scam
He say I got a smart ass mouth and it's gon' get me fucked up
Gon' put this pussy in his mouth and make him shut the fuck up
My opp posted her ****, know I'm finna snatch him right up
My booty jiggle when I walk and it's tiger-striped up
Throw that ass all in this booth, if you ain't twerkin' then record it
Lurkin' on my page, you gon' see nothing but ass up on this story
Love to piss my **** off, him talking shit be gettin' me horny
Tryna find out who I'm fuckin', better off go finding Dory
Got a lot of hoes but only one can say he fuckin' me
I just made 150 in a night, you hoes can't fuck with me (Bitch)
I'm who bitches wanna be and who them **** love to see
You catch me in the party, know it's blickies in this club with me
Big booty hoes
And I'm calling out the big booty bitches
Pop yo' shit, bitch
Pop yo' shit, bitch
Now pop it
Pop yo' shit, bitch, pop yo' shit, bitch
Now pop it
Pop yo' shit, bitch, pop yo' shit, bitch
Big booty hoes
And I'm calling out the big booty bitches
Pop yo' shit, bitch
Pop yo' shit, bitch
Now pop it
Pop yo' shit, bitch, pop yo' shit, bitch
Now pop it
Pop yo' shit, bitch, pop yo' shit, bitch
Ain't no falling off, ho, I'll be damned, I let them catch me slippin'
And yo' music wack as fuck, it come on in the car, I skip it
Yeah, I get delusional at times, at least I can admit it
Yeah, you got some money, fuck up out my face if you don't spend it
Five percent on all my windows, you can't even see in here
All up in the opps' party, like who said I can't be in here?
Everywhere I go, you gotta know I'm smokin' weed in there
Pussy wet as hell, that boy gon' fuck around and ski in here
All my bitches gang for real, that gang-gang shit be what we on
Pull up to the store, ho, get on point and get up off that phone
Pillow talking 'bout me, you a hater, bitch, yo' cover blown
That ho really green as hell and I'm happy yo' true colors showed
Ain't never had a **** took from me, I'm like fifteen and 0
Yeah, I gotta couple bodies, that shit ain't no secret though
They say I can't keep a **** but they know I keep some hoes
I ain't tryna shit on bitches but don't give me a reason though
Big booty hoes
And I'm calling out the big booty bitches
Pop yo' shit, bitch
Pop yo' shit, bitch
Now pop it
Pop yo' shit, bitch, pop yo' shit, bitch
Now pop it
Pop yo' shit, bitch, pop yo' shit, bitch
Big booty hoes
And I'm calling out the big booty bitches
Pop yo' shit, bitch
Pop yo' shit, bitch
Now pop it
Pop yo' shit, bitch, pop yo' shit, bitch
Now pop it
Pop yo' shit, bitch, pop yo' shit, bitch
Pop yo' shit, bitch
Pop yo' shit, bitch
Pop your shit, bitch
Pop yo' shit, bitch, pop yo' shit, bitch
Pop yo' shit, bitch, pop yo' shit, bitch
Onna gang

Writer(s): Ernest Day Jr., Gloria Woods, Michael Williams II & Marquise Todd.

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