Lyrics Pop It - GloRilla feat. CMG The Label

(Mike WiLL Made-It)
Big booty hoes
And I'm callin' out the big booty bitches
Pop your shit, bitch (pop your shit bitch)
Pop your shit, bitch
On gang

Don't call me sis, I am not your sister, I will fuck your man
I know how to throw that ass and a bitch can throw them hands
Your nigga a sucker buster (mm), he ain't breakin' off no cash (nah)
My nigga be swipin' cards, he gon' teach me how to scam (hey)
He say I got a smartass mouth, and it's gon' get me fucked up (so?)
Gon' put this pussy in his mouth and make him shut the fuck up (shh)
My opp posted her nigga, know I'm finna snatch him right up (come here)
My booty jiggle when I walk, and it's tiger-striped up

Throw that ass all in this booth, if you ain't twerkin' then record it (yeah)
Lurkin' on my page, you gon' see nothin' but ass up on this story (ass)
Love to piss my nigga off, him talkin' shit be gettin' me horny (hm)
Tryna find out who I'm fuckin', better off go findin' Dory
Got a lot of hoes, but only one can say he fuckin' me (stamp that)
I just made one-fifty in a night, you hoes can't fuck with me (bitch)
I'm who bitches wanna be and who them niggas love to see
You catch me in the party, know it's blickies in this club with me (fah, fah, fah)

Big booty hoes
And I'm callin' out the big booty bitches
Pop your shit, bitch (pop your shit bitch)
Now pop it (pop your shit, bitch, pop your shit, bitch)
Now pop it (pop your shit, bitch, pop your shit, bitch)

Big booty hoes
And I'm callin' out the big booty bitches
Pop your shit, bitch (pop your shit bitch)
Now pop it (pop your shit, bitch, pop your shit, bitch)
Now pop it (pop your shit, bitch, pop your shit, bitch)

Huh, ain't no falling off, ho, I'll be damned I let them catch me slippin'
And your music wack as fuck, it come on in the car, I skip it
Yeah, I get delusional at times, at least I can admit it
Yeah, you got some money, fuck up out my face if you don't spend it
Five percent on all my windows, you can't even see in here (uh, uh)
All up in the opps' party like, "Who said I can't be in here?" (The fuck?)
Everywhere I go, you gotta know I'm smokin' weed in there
Pussy wet as hell, that boy gon' fuck around and ski in here (whoo)

All my bitches gang for real, that gang-gang shit be what we on (gang)
Pull up to the store, ho, get on point and get up off that phone
Pillow talking 'bout me, you a hater, bitch, your cover blown (hatin' ass)
That ho really green as hell, and I'm happy your true colors showed
Ain't never had a nigga took from me, I'm like 15 and O
Yeah, I gotta couple bodies, that shit ain't no secret though
They say I can't keep a nigga, but they know I keep some hoes
I ain't tryna shit on bitches, but don't give me a reason though (on gang)

Big booty hoes
And I'm callin' out the big booty bitches
Pop your shit, bitch (pop your shit bitch)
Now pop it (pop your shit, bitch, pop your shit, bitch)
Now pop it (pop your shit, bitch, pop your shit, bitch)

Big booty hoes
And I'm callin' out the big booty bitches
Pop your shit, bitch (pop your shit bitch)
Now pop it (pop your shit, bitch, pop your shit, bitch)
Now pop it (pop your shit, bitch, pop your shit, bitch)

Pop your shit, bitch (pop your shit, bitch)
Pop your shit, bitch, pop your shit, bitch
Pop your shit, bitch, pop your shit, bitch
Pop your shit, bitch
On gang