Pop It Songtext

[Verse 1]Yo, who want it with us, y'all niggas not fuckin wit usY'all hoppin nimrods, we holdin on up under the truckWe caked out, we all got cars so when we wake up in the morninWe race out, but first blow the place outIt gets outrageous, to all my thug niggas throw your sets upAnd spit y'all razorsI hop in to spin out, I'm the Opposite of H2OSo in the year 2000 the lights woulda never went outPlus I rock ice, it drips on my boot, I shake it offCuz I'm fire, so every few seconds, I take it offI'm lightweight, I let y'all throw them dumbbellsI just throw back them dumb dumb shells to make y'all run wellI shoot dummies, blast backsMoney gassed up while I'ma open this tank, yo pass me the shankI blackout, swipe em like a credit card til I max outAnd that's just to, let y'all know that Drag is back nowHOOK 2X: Icepick JayNow all my motherfuckin peoples say yeah yeahNow all my motherfuckin thugs say yeah yeahNow all my motherfuckin ladies say yeah yeahYeah yeah throw your hands in the air, c'mon[Verse 2]Y'all keep pushin that wack shit out there y'all unableDrag's like jumper cables, negative and a positiveY'all aint gon feel shit til y'all get alot of thisI don't care about y'all hatin niggas my moms is part of thisShe looks at herself and says I got all thisCuz I drop them hits that make y'all chumps don't drop shitDrag straps up when he get up in his womenPut somethin long in the booty have em switchin differentI snatch niggas wife to show em the lightGive em dick then I'm hittin the switchAnd while she snorin she don't know I'm gone by the morninBack to the corner, til that blue van come up, my hands is cuffed uhhWhose fingers stay numb from rollin upWho finger fucks chicks til they throwin upWhose fingerprints cops keep showin upCuz who that kid always ride and is throwin truckHOOK 2X[Verse 3]Yo, yo, I just take a strong pull and strike the match on niggasI spit lit candles and drop hot wax on niggasMy middle name JasonThat means I'm capable of throwin a mass on and axe niggasY'all better ax(ask) niggasFirst name Mel, I mean that's what them checks sayWhen they come in the mail, make bank tellers cum on theyselfCount it fast ma, we all professionals hereHow's it feel knowin I'm walkin outta hereWith what you get in a yearI'm rude to a bitch, but y'all niggas, get out the streetAct like you don't see this black jeep, and get some flat feetY'all rock gators, we straight problemsWe rock our Timbs half O's, laces like our dogs got emFuck it, for 2 minutes, let em play wit a new pairI got enough spares to flood the block with footwearPockets like a blimp, shit it's been a good yearWhere my ruff ryders, we still in hereHOOK 4X