Letra de Pop It - Juice WRLD

(Feat. G Herbo)

Set up shop

If the score's down then we gon' shop for opps

Watch the clock, I'm coming for y'all

Are you ready or not?

Hit-Boy

Check the charts (Oh)

Boutta break these niggas hearts (Oh)

You wanna play some cards? (Oh)

This is the ace of hearts (Oh)

Check the charts (Oh)

I'm finna break these niggas hearts, hearts (Oh)

You wanna play some cards? (Oh)

This is the ace of hearts (Oh)

Money in my hand (Oh)

I- (Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)

Yeah (Yeah)

Hop out [?]

Hop out, pop it (Yeah)

Fuck your problem (Oh, yeah)

Fuck your posse (Oh, yeah)

You don't want no problem (Want no problem)

Hop out, pop it (Huh, pop it)

Fuck your posse (Fuck your posse)

I'm off the Perkys with niggas (Perkys)

Fuck your molly (Fuck your molly)

I'm in Atlanta with Dracos

Talkin' that shit, get a halo

Got your bitch and she gone off the Henno'

She a drinker she on her alcoholic mind, we know

With Swervo we gettin' the bankrolls

Off the Percs while you keeping a dank roll

I don't smoke while I pour my lean

Herb, is it possible to pour up Posto?

There's a couple dead niggas I know

They grave got pissed on by my kinfolk

Chicago getting too disrespectful

Ten thousand, that's on a pea coat

Help me hold the drum, it isn't a reload

Beat on your chest, like you talking to King Kong

That's if you get in the way of these bankrolls (Woah, oh, oh)

Right, okay, alright, alright, okay, alright

Hey Swervo, I'm sick of talking to these niggas I don't think they getting the message like

You probably gonna have to just hop on this bitch and just, you know, make it clear for these dumbasses

Yeah

It's like man, I'm a rich ass nigga from Chicago

Of course bro

Niggas don't be making it out

Niggas don't even know me for real man

That sad boy shit don't mean shit

Uh, look

Swerv' pop out with that Glock out (Swerv')

You already know how I rock out (Bitch)

I get my enemies chopped dead

Then ride like Suge with the top down (Uh)

And I don't fuck four seven (Uh-uh)

But I got this bitch on lock down (Uh-huh)

Air you dead on the opps that took Roc down

Foenem pullin' up finna pop now (Skrr)

Once the body drop, we won't stop now

I gotta hit the road, I'm outta town

[?] hit your mans, say "I got M's"

'Til I catch him outta bounds, oh I got him now

And I used to trap before I got an album

Me and bro switched shifts, so I got an hour

Goin' brazy on this rap shit, got 'em sour

Bitch I feel like [?], I got the power

Bitch I don't got no snap, I don't got no apps

On Cap ain't none of that bap, bitch

I got arrested in February yeah, but that bitch still on my lap

Always safe, don't care if they book me anywhere (Uh-huh)

I could describe them shootouts play by play, 'cause I was really there

FaceTime Mike Amiri, I point out any pair

Told G-Money I misplaced the guala, and he ain't even really care

We blow that money we chase together and we gon' chase forever, misplace whatever

Talk about Ks, Berettas, hit his face whenever

Hop out, pop it (Grah)

Fuck your problem

Fuck your posse

You don't want no problem

Hop out, pop it

Fuck your posse

I'm off the Perkys with niggas

Fuck your molly

I'm in Atlanta with Dracos

Talkin' that shit, get a halo

Got your bitch and she gone off the Henno'

She a drinker she on her alcoholic mind, we know

With Swervo we gettin' the bankrolls

Off the Percs while you keeping a dank roll

I don't smoke while I pour my lean

Herb, is it possible to pour up Posto?

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