Yo Gotti & DJ Drama – Pop My Shit Lyrics

Pop My Shit Lyrics by Yo Gotti & DJ Drama

[Intro: Yo Gotti & DJ Drama]
Pop your shit
Who pop that shit better than me?
I been pop, pop, poppin’ shit
If it ain’t Dram
Dramatic
Let me pop my shit
Then it’s a nah
Ain’t no replacements

[Chorus: Yo Gotti]
Yeah, let me pop my shit
Niggas flat out hatin’ (For what?), you ain’t no opp of shit
Ha, yeah, and we opposite
I be on that straight get to the money, don’t make me drop some shit

[Interlude: DJ Drama & Yo Gotti]
(Gangsta)
Let me explain what I mean
Pop your shit
At this point in 2023, somebody might have to step in and break up this monopoly I got on the mixtape game
It’s gettin’ unfair
(Gangsta Grillz)

[Chorus: Yo Gotti]
Yeah, let me pop my shit
Niggas flat out hatin’ (For what?), you ain’t no opp of shit
Ha, yeah, and we opposite
I be on that straight get to thе money, don’t make me drop somе shit

[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]
You might catch me in a tux’ (Suited)
Factory on the Phantom and you pussies know what’s up (Know what’s up)
Bowtie on my collar, hundred thousand dollars
Got my slippers sayin’ Prada
And my ho don’t give me problems
My net worth unidentified, I got twelve million in watches (Woo)
I’m a street nigga, I know how to hide it, got forty million in property (Woo)
And it’s all there
Why you tough-ass niggas be shootin’ at God? Y’all hittin’ all air
My cars ain’t no flex to me
Any bitch stand next to me, she gotta put my ex to sleep (Okay, okay)
She can’t get these racks from me, gotta arch that back for me
Wake her up, put her back to sleep (Yeah)
Wake her up, tell her rub my feet (Okay)
Tell the world how you fuck with me now

[Chorus: Yo Gotti]
Pop your shit
Yeah, let me pop my shit
Niggas flat out hatin’, you ain’t no opp of shit
Ha, yeah, and we opposite
I be on that straight get to the money, don’t make me drop some shit (Pah, pah)
Yeah, let me pop my shit
Niggas flat out hatin’ (Niggas hatin’), you ain’t no opp of shit
Ha, yeah, and we opposite
I be on that straight get to the money, don’t make me drop some shit
[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
Seven days a week, I can fly private if I wanted to (Yeah, yeah)
I’m consistent, I won’t ever let up if I wanted you
I’m persistent, I see every detail and won’t skip a step
Real leader, won’t tell my dog do somethin’ I wouldn’t do myself
We pick up Chanel (Chanel) and we leave Fendi on the shelf
Your rocks big as hell, went to the jeweler, couldn’t help myself
Million in a duffy, bought my son a fluffy
Plug trust me, weed musty
Streets love me and I love ’em back
Gave my bitch a million, she been turnin’ up, don’t know how to act
Here’s another million, better flip that shit and bring it back
Real hustler, so that’s the type of shit that I attract
And she turn me on, ridin’ that dick and talkin’ ’bout a sack

[Chorus: Yo Gotti]
Pop your shit
Yeah, let me pop my shit
Niggas flat out hatin’ (Niggas hatin’), you ain’t no opp of shit
Ha, yeah, and we opposite
I be on that straight get to the money, don’t make me drop some shit (I am, I will)
Yeah, let me pop my shit
Niggas flat out hatin’ (Niggas hatin’), you ain’t no opp of shit
Ha, yeah, and we opposite
I be on that straight get to the money, don’t make me drop some shit
Dramatic, nigga
[Outro]
I be on that straight get to the money
And we opposite
I be on that straight get to the money
Don’t make me drop some shit