Verse 1: LilSquad
Yeah, Pop That pussy, Girl Don't You never stop
My Flow Like a ugly girl pussy, it don't ever pop
J Don't Write, Trisket do, it's like they lives flopped
I Got Caught Selling Weed To My Homie, he Was A Under Cover Cop
Yeah, So I Was locked up for Three Months
Go Fuck Her Again, Can't Hit The Pussy Just Once
Sippin' On That Lean Can Make A Nigga Grunt!!!

Hook:Don't stop, pop that, don't stop
Pop that pop that pop that

Verse 2: Max-Pain
Okay Pop That Pussy All Up In A Nigga Face
I'm Going Blind To Haters, Like Stevie & Ray
& Bitches Straight Up Lie, It Won't Be Okay
& Fresh Money About To Light Up This Shit Like Propane
Bitch I'm Just A Rapper, But Jaylin He A Go Sang
Trust Me I Didn't Sell That Glocc, I Just Got Framed
& If You Got A Killa Track, It Was On The Max Train
Tucked Down In The Polo Jeans, Is Where The Strap stay
& up In Ya Nigga Head, Is Where The Cap Stay
Uh.....

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Verse 3: Lil JJ
Uh, I'm A Overnight Sensation
Ya Say That's Yo Chick But Homie We Been Datin'
The Bullet That Lay In The AK, Ya Brain can take it
Yeah, I Don't Even Apply Strength On My Songs So Imagine When I Do
Ask yo girl she can tell ya that my dick grew
It's M.O.B, & that's true
Uh, We Got To Have Pain On Every Song
& Pretty Soon, I'm a Hand Him The Throne
It's Bloods Over Crips, So Tell A Crip to look at me wrong
One Did, & He Went Back with broken face bones
Yeah, Real Rap From The Master
Fresh Money, 'bout to cause a disaster

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