Pop Shit
REASON, Schoolboy Q"Pop Shit" is a song by REASON, Schoolboy Q, released in 2020 in the Pop genre. The song is 2:18 long and contains 43 lines and 396 words.
Lyrics
0:00Composer: Kal Banx
0:02Yeah, uh
0:06Uh, yeah
0:11Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit
0:14Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit
0:16Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit
0:19Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit
0:23Wait, ride with my block, ride with my steez, pop shit
0:25I ain't need help, I got the keys, locksmith
0:28Fuck who the best, I clean up mess, mop shit
0:32Get shit off my chest, I took too many steps, Rockets
0:33James Harden, my fame gone and my game Marvin
0:39I can bag 'least ten of your finest, I came farther
0:41Than a lot haters said I could, became your father
0:42That's just 'Pac shit, now I pop shit, REAS' in cockpits
0:45Wait, high as planes, my stock is raised, let's be honest
0:47I was ballin' way before the bucks, feel like Giannis Antetokounmpo, these niggas is too slow, done found me a loophole
0:55Competition, I been takin' care of niggas, it's a group home
0:57Stacks, been gettin' plenty, spittin' crack in inner cities
1:00Rap game, had to stick my foot in
1:01Like eenie-meenie-minie-moe to you niggas
1:04Feel like the GOAT to you niggas
1:05Also known as Prince of Del Amo to you niggas, wait
1:09Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit (Wait)
1:32Dance on my heels, mob in this still
1:34Plug in my wheel, dubs what I fear
1:36Ride for my tears, wait
1:38Die for my block, rise in that pot
1:39Lead to my opps, dead in that box
1:42Stones in my bop (Woo)
1:43God in my rack, shells on that ass and I know it (Yeah)
1:46How dare niggas speak my name and they ain't glowin'? (What?)
1:49Jumpin' out that big boy thing, the gun smokin' (Uh)
1:52What's back seatin' when loccin' was no gimme (Ayy)
1:55Now benji, ayy, it's Blueface, baby, and I'm greedy (Blueface baby)
1:58Ee-ee-uh, chef boy groovy while y'all sleepin', yo, we feastin', ayy
2:01Nine years in and it's still pink, yo, let's go for ten, uh
2:04Belt's snuggie, he got them M's, huh (Yeah)
2:07Benz, rim rub, big bank, the main shooter (Shooter)
2:09The house tulips, palm trees, the crib Cuba (Yeah)
2:11The ox bandit, blank face, the crash landin'
2:15The gun toter, one dream, to win solo (Brrt)
2:18Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit
Composer: Kal Banx Yeah, uh Uh, yeah Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit Wait, ride with my block, ride with my steez, pop shit I ain't need help, I got the keys, locksmith Fuck who the best, I clean up mess, mop shit Get shit off my chest, I took too many steps, Rockets James Harden, my fame gone and my game Marvin I can bag 'least ten of your finest, I came farther Than a lot haters said I could, became your father That's just 'Pac shit, now I pop shit, REAS' in cockpits Wait, high as planes, my stock is raised, let's be honest I was ballin' way before the bucks, feel like Giannis Antetokounmpo, these niggas is too slow, done found me a loophole Competition, I been takin' care of niggas, it's a group home Stacks, been gettin' plenty, spittin' crack in inner cities Rap game, had to stick my foot in Like eenie-meenie-minie-moe to you niggas Feel like the GOAT to you niggas Also known as Prince of Del Amo to you niggas, wait Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit (Wait) Dance on my heels, mob in this still Plug in my wheel, dubs what I fear Ride for my tears, wait Die for my block, rise in that pot Lead to my opps, dead in that box Stones in my bop (Woo) God in my rack, shells on that ass and I know it (Yeah) How dare niggas speak my name and they ain't glowin'? (What?) Jumpin' out that big boy thing, the gun smokin' (Uh) What's back seatin' when loccin' was no gimme (Ayy) Now benji, ayy, it's Blueface, baby, and I'm greedy (Blueface baby) Ee-ee-uh, chef boy groovy while y'all sleepin', yo, we feastin', ayy Nine years in and it's still pink, yo, let's go for ten, uh Belt's snuggie, he got them M's, huh (Yeah) Benz, rim rub, big bank, the main shooter (Shooter) The house tulips, palm trees, the crib Cuba (Yeah) The ox bandit, blank face, the crash landin' The gun toter, one dream, to win solo (Brrt) Ride with my block, ride with my block, pop shit
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