Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pop Up, artist - SHORELINE MAFIA. Album song Party Pack EP, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 30.08.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Atlantic
Song language: English
Pop Up |
| Yeah, yeah, hey, hey, hey, hey |
| Shoreline Mafia man |
| Huh, what, what |
| Fenix Flexin, Fenix Flexin, ayy, Fenix Flexin, ayy |
| Shootin' out the Uber when we pop up |
| Shoreline, we the motherfuckin' mafia |
| Yo, I don’t fuck with snakes or no imposters |
| Sippin' lean at Mastro’s, eatin' lobster |
| If you ain’t knowin' yet boy, we a problem |
| Pull up at his house and then we pop him (Pop, pop, pop) |
| Ain’t no peace treaty, that’s no option (Nope) |
| Ain’t no peace treaty, that’s no option (Nah, nah) |
| Money call my name (Wah), hold up, fuck the fame (Fuck it) |
| Girl these not no Skatehouse, these are Alexander Wangs (Damn) |
| Baby girl you cute but I can’t trust you with my name (Ok) |
| Baby girl I’m cool, I got a pill for everything (Wah) |
| Pour up my bro, this syrup wash away the pain (Pain) |
| Codeine in my liver, I got xannies in my brain (Xans) |
| Swear this bitch look stupid but she givin' up the brain |
| Pass it to my woe, he pass the blunt, yes we hit strange (Yo) |
| Famous in my city nigga, you can keep the fame (For real) |
| Girl you lookin' shitty, think your weave could use a change |
| Boy you lookin' broke, I think you could use some change |
| Neck it lookin' lonely, I think I could use some chains |
| Pocket lookin' swollen 'cause you know I keep the bang (Bling) |
| Salty 'cause your bitch on Twitter lookin' up my name (Plow, plow) |
| Damn your nigga lame, girl you cute, that’s a shame |
| I do magic with the dope like my name was David Blaine, yeah |
| Shootin' out the Uber when we pop up (Damn) |
| Shoreline, we the motherfuckin' mafia (Wha) |
| I don’t fuck with snakes or no imposters (Nah) |
| Sippin' lean at Mastro’s, eatin' lobster (Damn) |
| If you ain’t knowin' yet boy, we a problem |
| Pull up at his house and then we pop him (For real) |
| Ain’t no peace treaty, that’s no option |
| Ain’t no peace treaty, that’s no option |
| On the phone, I’m taking orders while a nigga half asleep |
| Told my baby weigh it out, make sure she do it accurately |
| Bushin' down your baby hairs while I’m bustin' down a P |
| If I tell her bust it open she gon' bust it wide for me |
| Get the boats, get it sold, I’m the best, she the GOAT |
| My lil baby keep me float, she gon' lie up under oath |
| All my weapons she gon' tote, Alexander Wang her coat |
| Man we flier than the most, save the xan, can’t make a toast, yeah |
| My lil baby doin' numbers, she don’t need a money counter |
| My lil bitch she down to set you up, well I’m so glad that I found her |
| She gon' count the cake up, let her do her make up (Yeah) |
| And she not fuckin' on niggas if we go and break up (For real) |
| Real bitch, real thick, real nigga, real clique |
| Real poles, real sticks, real dope, real bricks |
| Real pour, real sick, real bitch, real thick |
| Real nigga fuck with bitch, real nigga know the biz, ayy |
| Shootin' out the Uber when we pop up |
| Shoreline, we the motherfuckin' mafia (Damn) |
| I don’t fuck with snakes or no imposters (Nah) |
| Sippin' lean at Mastro’s, eatin' lobster (Bling) |
| If you ain’t knowin' yet boy, we a problem (For real) |
| Pull up at his house and then we pop him (Pop, pop, pop, pop) |
| Ain’t no peace treaty, that’s no option (Nah) |
| Ain’t no peace treaty, that’s no option (No way, take off, take off) |