Pop Shit Quality Control & Migos

[Intro: Takeoff]
Ayy
(DY Krazy)
Ayy, you know who done fucked up right?
You
Uh
Yeah, you
Yo, you too nigga
Yo, yo, you too nigga
Let me pop my shit, yeah you too nigga
Backends we get, pop it
(8-8-808 Mafia)
Your ho been hit
Oh, you talkin' 'bout your bitch?
The wrist been lit (Ice)
And live like this
Nah, for real, nigga

[Verse 1: Takeoff]
Hundred K spent on my wrist, lil' nigga
Breakin' that pot and that dope gon' triple
I left a tip for your bitch, my nigga
I fuck her mouth, her throat got bigger
Pull up and hop out the car, drip
Fuck on a bitch, she a star, drip
Buy it and fuck what it cost, drip
Try it and get knocked off, brrt
They gon' eat the dab up, Jaws
Never shop, crib came with a mall
Free my niggas that's behind the wall
Ain't gon' stop till they free my niggas all
I can make a movie, Seagal
No dribble, I ball
And roll up a Backwood with Cookie as fat as a log
Then hop in the frog
I'ma go and pop my shit
I'ma pull up at six
Number one, first draft pick
Coupe, it came with the kit
Real niggas all around me
Lot of pussy niggas still exist
Draco right under my trench
Starter bitches on my bench
The cookie pack came dense