Pop Sh*t (Explicit)
Quality Control"Pop Sh*t (Explicit)" is a song by Quality Control, released in 2017 in the Pop genre. The song is 2:17 long and contains 67 lines and 486 words.
Lyrics
0:02Monsta's gon' tear it up
0:17Feel me
0:20Nawfside sh*t ni**a you know what I mean
0:23Y'all thought this sh*t was over or somethin'
0:24You know what I mean this sh*t ain't over ni**a
0:28Chanel and Dolce Gabbana
0:30I bought that sh*t for my mama
0:32I stood right in front of your honor huh
0:34When I got home ran up commas
0:35Ooh Cartiers on look like Arthur uh
0:37b**ch I'm your daddy your father
0:39Who that be talkin' 'bout drama
0:40b**ch on my mama we gonna solve 'em
0:42I'm with Mango Foo hangin' out of the roof
0:44Chasin' the loot never caught in the loop
0:46Sick with the flute cook a brick in the booth
0:48In the Mulsanne and my seat the masseuse
0:50Throw the b**ch off of the back it's an oop
0:52She wanna f**k the whole group
0:53But I can't cuff her no shackles on you
0:55We f**k and that's all that we do
0:57Bon appétit let's eat
0:59Ate a plate full of molly she geeked
1:01Hachoo she sneezed
1:03B**ch on her knees off the skis
1:04When I f**k do not call me back please
1:06Diamonds all white like the priest
1:08Maison Margiela on sleeves
1:10I'm dressin' like I'm Japanese
1:12The doors was closed I kicked it open
1:14I had the fire it was cocked and loaded
1:15Stand in the kitchen with my eyes wide open
1:17Need a gas mask it's too potent
1:19Your ho like to f**k her p**sy smoking
1:20The street that you walking on we control it
1:23Quality Control this sh*t control it
1:24Quality Control your b**ch control her
1:26You might wanna hold your diss huh
1:28'Cause ni**a we folding sh*t
1:29Walk in the spot so many straps
1:31Ni**a whose pole is this
1:33Now the hot records I'm on it
1:35Young ni**a you owe me this
1:36YRN throwin' up QC
1:38We got trap stars and we on TV TV
1:40f**k on the system ni**a free Meek free Meek
1:42Carats jumping off the chain 3D 3D
1:43Whippin' up bricks in the teepee teepee
1:45And then the braves serve J's on your street
1:47Superstar shawty my newest b**ch super woke
1:49Pull out that ho give her super throat
1:51Bank account look like a goddamn Uber code
1:52Keep it lowkey but I'm hittin' you niggas' hoes
1:54Free my bro Nino from prison yeah
1:56He hide the crack in the ceiling yeah
1:58Quay bought a whip so I gotta go get one too
2:00We coppin' whips like it's none' to do
2:01Pour a four in a Sprite not no Mountain Dew
2:03We hit these hoes then we switch-a-roo
2:05I done hit everything in the city
2:07Quay done hit everything in the city
2:09Take done hit everything in the city
2:11Old f**k niggas hate me huh f**k 'em
2:13I got the kids on lock huh
2:14She eatin' kids on spot huh
2:16I parked the Yacht at the dock
2:17Got a new Glock same color parking lot hoo
Monsta's gon' tear it up Feel me Nawfside sh*t ni**a you know what I mean Y'all thought this sh*t was over or somethin' You know what I mean this sh*t ain't over ni**a Chanel and Dolce Gabbana I bought that sh*t for my mama I stood right in front of your honor huh When I got home ran up commas Ooh Cartiers on look like Arthur uh b**ch I'm your daddy your father Who that be talkin' 'bout drama b**ch on my mama we gonna solve 'em I'm with Mango Foo hangin' out of the roof Chasin' the loot never caught in the loop Sick with the flute cook a brick in the booth In the Mulsanne and my seat the masseuse Throw the b**ch off of the back it's an oop She wanna f**k the whole group But I can't cuff her no shackles on you We f**k and that's all that we do Bon appétit let's eat Ate a plate full of molly she geeked Hachoo she sneezed B**ch on her knees off the skis When I f**k do not call me back please Diamonds all white like the priest Maison Margiela on sleeves I'm dressin' like I'm Japanese The doors was closed I kicked it open I had the fire it was cocked and loaded Stand in the kitchen with my eyes wide open Need a gas mask it's too potent Your ho like to f**k her p**sy smoking The street that you walking on we control it Quality Control this sh*t control it Quality Control your b**ch control her You might wanna hold your diss huh 'Cause ni**a we folding sh*t Walk in the spot so many straps Ni**a whose pole is this Now the hot records I'm on it Young ni**a you owe me this YRN throwin' up QC We got trap stars and we on TV TV f**k on the system ni**a free Meek free Meek Carats jumping off the chain 3D 3D Whippin' up bricks in the teepee teepee And then the braves serve J's on your street Superstar shawty my newest b**ch super woke Pull out that ho give her super throat Bank account look like a goddamn Uber code Keep it lowkey but I'm hittin' you niggas' hoes Free my bro Nino from prison yeah He hide the crack in the ceiling yeah Quay bought a whip so I gotta go get one too We coppin' whips like it's none' to do Pour a four in a Sprite not no Mountain Dew We hit these hoes then we switch-a-roo I done hit everything in the city Quay done hit everything in the city Take done hit everything in the city Old f**k niggas hate me huh f**k 'em I got the kids on lock huh She eatin' kids on spot huh I parked the Yacht at the dock Got a new Glock same color parking lot hoo
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