Pop Shit - Casino, Young Thug

Snap my doors out, put diamonds in them

Catch your bitch, I’m stylin' in her

Matte black Range Rover got them sticks in it

Rollie on my wrist, I put like a sixty in it

Trap in the hood, I made like a milli' in it

Gucci head to toe, I’m always drippin' in it

Pour a four of that wop in a Mount' Dew

Use seventeen, clip hold a seventeen

Out seventeen with a forty on my hip

You a damn shame, you ain’t got a hundred thousand

If I ever go broke, I’m taking mine back

Ten times that, I had to triple up the stacks

Plug bring enough, I’m running off with that

Freebandz gang, I’ll make you understand that

A hunnid in the red house where the bloods at

Red 'Rarri in the front, Lil Woo, he flexin' that

Trapped out there, geeked up

Cup filled up, I’m slowed up

I walk around looking like a lick

Take a random bitch and build the bitch

I’m worth like 99 bricks

All I do is stunt and pop shit

Get out of line, you get popped quick

I stay flying in somethin' quick

I’m married to this money and I’m disrespectful

My ex girl still dancing, mad 'cause I left

I’m married to this money and I’m disrespectful

My ex girl still dancing, mad 'cause I left

Who that?

Oh, that’s Casino?

He got his first shake and went bought that Phantom Limo (Oh, I’ve seen that)

He went to that Magic and throwed the Hellcat, then he pulled off in the

Hellcat (Skrrt)

The kid’s like «Bingo», yeah, they were all like «Bingo», Bingo (Bingo, bingo,

kilos)

I got more rings than you got jewelry (Ayy)

Got way more Cartier bracelets than you got chains (Way more Cartiers)

And the cheapest one, I can take it off and put it on your brain (Right on your

head, dog)

The cheapest one, yeah (Ohh)

You gon' start chaos in this club if you throw these dubs (You gon' start chaos)

I got a doctor bitch and she, suckin' dick in her scrubs (She suckin' dick,

yeah)

I’m Tony Montana, day and night like Kid Cudi (Day and night)

I told the dealer «Bring two of the same foreigns» (Skrrt, skrrt)

I caught my first murder one in court (Yeah, yeah)

I’ll leave you missing like a milk cart-quart (Leave 'em missin')

I heard they closed asses down in New Yor-or-ork

And I got a couple stripper bitches on life support, yeah

I’m worth like 99 bricks

All I do is stunt and pop shit

Get out of line, you get popped quick

I stay flying in somethin' quick

I’m married to this money and I’m disrespectful

My ex girl still dancing, mad 'cause I left

I’m married to this money and I’m disrespectful

My ex girl still dancing, mad 'cause I left