Pop Up (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)

(albüm: Mafia Lord (Chapter II) - 2021)

Huh, Richelle walked in, pour the pop up (Pour the pop up, ooh, Rell)
Say my name three times, I'ma pop up (DameDot)
I put the cap and gown down and picked the Glock up

I paid the highest for this drank, you can't get none (Fuck nah)
If you ain't put in at least five hundred, you can't sip none (You can't sip none)
I seen a Model X Tesla, gotta get one (Vroom)
Bought me a new bustdown and bought my bitch one (I bought my bitch one too)
I'll tell a bitch anything
Bitch know she hit the mall with me, she getting everything, huh (Whatever she want)
Bust down my chain, watch, and everything (All of that shit)
She got her titties done, ass, everything (All of that shit)
Now she on her knees, she like Meg Thee Stallion (She like Meg Thee Stallion)
My bitch from Brazil, but my shirt Italian (Mwah)
I'm riding Ruccis now, used to be the Davins
I don't fuck with—, you gotta talk to Calvin (Man, go talk to Calvin with that shit, man)
Hmm, naw, for real, though, huh
Rell walked in, roll the 'za up (Yeah)
All you hear is birds chirping when I hold my watch up
I swear I'll spin the baddest bitch, I pour this Wock' up (I can't do it)
JB'll leave the studio and shoot your block up (Spin, spin)
Got eighty rounds in that AR, hit your spot up (Drrt)
I'm like James Harden when I shoot, don't let me spot up (Swish)
This bitch'll move the crowd and hit everything that's not us
Bro'll pull up with the Drac' like he play guitar
This 7.62 ain't playing, hit you from afar (Bah)
Put a flashlight on that bitch, I see you in the dark (I see you, nigga)
These .308 rounds'll shoot you through your car (Bah)
Hit a nigga right up top, he think he popped a bar
Space Jams on me like I'm going to Mars (Fresh as fuck)
This F&N that I got'll put you past the stars

Huh, Richelle walked in, pour the pop up (Pour the pop up, ooh, Rell)
Say my name three times, I'ma pop up (DameDot)
I put the cap and gown down and picked the Glock up