Pop that ass,
yeah, yeah, yeah.
Drop, drop, drop that ass, uh, uh, uh.
Every,
yeah,
yeah,
pop,
pop,
pop that ass,
yeah,
uh,
yeah.
Somebody birthed it, huh.
Let's go and drop that ass, uh, uh, yeah.
Hold up, hey.
Like tequila, girl, you making me hot.
Porn star, you got them flow drop shots.
You got weed inside your bra,
so I know that you be ducking the cop.
Bad bitch, gotta give me your props, yeah.
Baby, tell me if you * or not.
I'm with the realest circle up on the spot.
Girl, I got that dope dick, baby.
You could come and hit up the shop.
I got a package that could fill up your pox,
yeah.
Self-made,
you be making your checks,
nine to five,
or you get it from ***,
or you get it through text
from a nigga begging you for the neck.
Ten grand just to storm your chest.
You're on another level, or you get it
because your morals and checks.
Bought your money, you ain't looking for ***.
That's what you tell your friends.
Hit the club, suddenly you forget.
It's that time of the year where you about to get wet.
Yeah, pop, pop, pop that ass.
It's your birthday,
girl,
go and throw up a glass.
Yeah, tick tock, then drop that ass.
Ain't no bitch inside the club that can put you on blast,
nah.
Pop, pop, pop that ass.
It's your birthday,
girl,
go and throw up a glass.
Yeah, tick tock, then drop that ass.
Ain't no bitch inside the club that can put you on blast,
nah.
My thing,
Joe size,
wearing yes,
they do slime with the yes,
yo bitch, sipping Weezy, same *.
I am Johnny K,
the great,
but I always want some,
but I'm thicker than a chick in the pink lace front.
And it's louder than that,
and I'm realer than that.
Then I take a shot of fader,
then she tell me,
squeeze that,
then it's head back to the pole.
Now it's harder than that,
that was just a metaphor stating how I met a *.
She quickly made the dick
harder than diamond drawers.
I am labeled to a *,
that's why she smitten out of pores.
And I
got her left contort while I'm giving her the force,
then she put it in her jaws.
Then I leave,
divorce,
because I can see the lies and all they drip from her pumps.
She like niggas who ball hard
and always stunt like monks.
She a boss,
she ain't talking to punks,
she ain't talking to kunks.
That's because money counts,
she on another level.
Pop, pop, pop that ass.
It's your birthday, girl,
go and throw up a glass.
Yeah, tick tock, then drop that ass.
Ain't no bitch inside the club that can
put you on blast, nah.
Pop, pop, pop that ass.
It's your birthday,
girl,
go and throw up a glass.
Yeah,
tick tock, then drop that ass.
Ain't no bitch inside the club that can put you on blast,
nah.
Pop, pop, pop that ass.
It's your birthday,
girl,
go and throw up a glass.
Yeah, tick tock, then drop that ass.
Ain't no
Ain't no bitch inside the club that can put you on blast,
nah
Pop, pop, pop, pop that ass, yeah
Birthday girl gon' throw up a glass, damn
Tick tock and drop the ass
Ain't no bitch inside the club that can put you on blast,
nah