Pop My Shit Yo Gotti

[Intro]
Pop your shit
I been pop, pop, poppin' shit
Let me pop my shit

[Chorus]
Yeah, let me pop my shit
Niggas flat-out hatin' (For what?), you ain't no opp of shit
Ha, yeah, and we opposite
I be on that straight get to the money, don't make me drop some shit

[Verse 1]
You might catch me in a tux' (Suited)
Factory on the Phantom and you pussies know what's up (Know what's up)
Bowtie on my collar (Collar), hundred thousand dollars
And my slippers sayin' Prada
And my ho don't give me problems
My net worth unidentified, I got twelve million in watches (Woo)
I'm a street nigga, I know how to hide it, got forty million in property (Woo)
And it's all there
Why you tough-ass niggas be shootin' at God? Y'all hittin' all air
My cars ain't no flex to me
Any bitch stand next to me, she gotta put my ex to sleep (Okay, okay)
Shе can't get these racks from mе, gotta arch that back for me
Wake her up, put her back to sleep (Yeah)
Wake her up, tell her rub my feet (Okay)
Tell the world how you fuck with me now, pop your shit