Lil Uzi Vert - POP Lyrics

#Lil Uzi Vert

Straight bars
Bow (x10)
(Bah)
I'm Working on Dying

Just got a bitch, yeah, she look so good
But on the real, she in denial
Diamond water, yeah, it look like a river
Look like I'm standing in the Nile
If you really didn't get the last line
Then your level on the brain of a child
Pay attention, better do the right thing
Or your pussy ass still workin' out

I'm that nigga make your bitch wanna pop (Yeah)
I'm that nigga make your bitch wanna pop (Yeah)
I'm that nigga make your bitch wanna drop (Yeah)
I'm that nigga that your bitch wanna top (Yeah)

Man, she want dome, she don't stop
Put it in her mouth, make her jaw lock
Hellcat faster than your whip, stop
So why would I tell her 'bout the whips that I got?

I'm that nigga make your bitch wanna pop (Yeah)
I'm that nigga make your bitch wanna pop (Yeah)
I'm that nigga make your bitch wanna drop (Yeah)
I'm that nigga that your bitch wanna top (Yeah)

Man, she want dome, she don't stop
Put it in her mouth, make her jaw lock
Hellcat faster than your whip, stop
So why would I tell her 'bout the whips that I got?

Yeah, let's go
Pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop
Let her ass pop, let her ass do the dash
I been runnin' out of gas
Every time I go to the mall just to pop the tags
I don't really count nothin' at the mall
First time at the mall, copped it all
I said, "A hundred thousand," so I dropped it all
And that wasn't my whole bankroll
Body roll, waist roll, waist roll
Make a bitch do what I say so
Waist trained, got a girl, taste just like ice cream
Ran a Tec, she said, "Girl, I scream"
Shot a nigga with my .17 though
Uzi, yeah, I'm from the 16
Got a million, no Christine
Neck gleam, wrist gleam, fist gleam
Lil' nigga but I'm doin' big things
You ain't ever seen nigga this clean
Pants cost two K, big jeans
And my shoes cost like sixteen
Hunnid, nigga, that's just what I bleed
Turned a dead nigga to a blunt of weed
And that boy taste like Reggie
'Cause I just lit up Philly

I'm that nigga make your bitch wanna pop (Yeah)
I'm that nigga make your bitch wanna pop (Yeah)
I'm that nigga make your bitch wanna drop (Yeah)
I'm that nigga that your bitch wanna top (Yeah)
(x3)

Multi bitches, multi, multi, multi, multi, multi, multi
Grain on my granola bar
Got a multi, multi, bowtie, wanna rock my Dior
Multi, multi, multi, multi, multi million dollar deals
I'ma keep it real, [?] when I'm on a body like my name Mill
I can make a deal, beggin' on her knees
Beggin' me please, [?], she can see the deal
I ain't never lackin', I ain't never love her
Been alone for the boy, so I don't need your opinion
I been gettin' money, nigga, I been gettin' pussy
I can fuck a bitch, make her bounce on a [?]
I was on a perky 30, she was on Henny
Wait, she was fuckin' you, who? Yeah, yeah, 'cause of Vinny
That boy, yeah, he got [?] oklyrics.com
Fuckin' thay bitch, and she call it business
No this is not no Avianne, not talkin' 'bout Jimmy
Kill these niggas everyday like they Kenny
If you want money, back Crawford like Cindy
And if you want more, then you better get near me
I flex on my haters, pull up with a .50
I went to the store and got me some [?]

Pradas and Balenci', Balenci'
I spend it all on that lil' bitch
Balenci', Balenci', Balenci', Balenci', Balenci'
Balenci', Balenci', Balenci', Balenci', Balenci'
Balenci', Balenci', Balenci', Balenci', Balenci'
I'm movin', I'm drippin', got sauce and I'm swaggin'
'Cause it easy with your bitch on me, no, you can't kiss me

I'm that nigga make your bitch wanna pop (Yeah)
I'm that nigga make your bitch wanna pop (Yeah)
I'm that nigga make your bitch wanna drop (Yeah)
I'm that nigga that your bitch wanna top (Yeah)
I'm that nigga make your bitch wanna pop (Yeah)
I'm that nigga make your bitch wanna pop (Yeah)
I'm that nigga make your bitch wanna drop (Yeah)
I'm that nigga make your bitch wanna pop (Yeah)
I'm that nigga make your bitch wanna pop (Yeah)
I'm that nigga make your bitch wanna drop (Yeah)
I'm that nigga that your bitch wanna top (Yeah)
I'm that nigga make your bitch wanna pop (Yeah)
I'm that nigga make your bitch wanna pop (Yeah)
I'm that nigga make your bitch wanna drop (Yeah)
I'm that nigga that your bitch wanna top (Yeah)

Pop, pop
I'm Working on Dying
Drop, drop
What the fuck?