Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pop iiT, artist - Desiigner. Album song L.O.D., in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 03.05.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: DEF JAM, Getting Out Our Dreams, Universal Music
Song language: English
Pop iiT |
Popping Percocet, all night, yeah |
I fell in love, yeah |
I fell in love, yeah |
She be whining, over drugs, yeah |
She be rolling, over night, yeah |
I got a trap phone |
And my bank account plenty |
I want It all in a minute |
I want It all I ainʼt playing |
Drinking all, drinking plenty |
How I get like this |
Had to slow it down |
Ride around in the Benz when I roll round |
And I got a 7 seater when it goes down |
Send his ass couple shots, he with the Lord now |
And I got a couple killers in the dog pound, dog poung |
And I got a broad |
She from Portland |
Bringing birds in |
Got no girlfriend |
It wonʼt hurt my stress |
Go to Maryland |
Count money |
All around |
I share xans |
Getting no stress |
Pop a Percocet |
Getting no stress |
I found the wrong bean |
Then I fall down |
Iʼm drinking slow lean |
Then I slow down |
Pop a Percocet |
Getting no stress |
I found the wrong bean |
Then I fall down |
Iʼm drinking slow lean |
Then I slow down |
Got a 7 seater, when it go down |
Pop a Percocet and It hurt your chest |
Got a big nine and it hurt your vest |
And I got 4 tank hit the first connect |
Then I pop yo car, getting first to check |
Then I fuck yo broad, getting first to neck |
Nigga got a get, Iʼll hearse yo jet |
And I got a blonde, she my Hershey kiss |
I just bought a AP, I just hurt my wrist |
I just bought my AP, I just hurt yo bitch |
I just bought my AP, I just hurt them niggas |
When I pull up on you, we be throwing triggers |
Got my forty cal., make my boys bigger |
Pay or PayPal, it ainʼt no rental |
And my Lamborghini cost like five figures |
I pull up on yo block with like five niggas |
I heard you fresh to death so you died nigga |
Popping Percocet, all night, yeah |
I fell in love, yeah |
I fell in love, yeah |
She be whining, over drugs, yeah |
She be rolling, over night, yeah |
I got a trap phone |
And my bank account plenty |
I want It all in a minute |
I want It all I ainʼt playing |
Drinking all, drinking plenty |
How I get like this |
Had to slow it down |
Ride around in the Benz when I roll round |
And I got a 7 seater when it goes down |
Send his ass couple shots, he with the Lord now |
And I got a couple killers in the dog pound, dog poung |