Pop Iit Lyrics - Desiigner

Popping Percocet, all night, yeah 

I fell in love, yeah 

I fell in love, yeah 

She be whining, over drugs, yeah 

She be rolling, overnight, yeah 

I got a trap phone 

And my bank account plenty 

I want It all in a minute 

I want It all I ainʼt playing 

Drinking all, drinking plenty 

How I get like this 

Had to slow it down 

Ride around in the Benz when I roll 'round 

And I got a seven seater when it goes down 

Send his ass couple shots, he with the Lord now 

And I got a couple killers in the dog pound, dog poung 

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And I got a broad 

She from Portland 

Bringing birds in 

Got no girlfriend 

It wonʼt hurt my stress 

Go to Maryland 

Count money 

All around 

I share Xans 

Getting no stress 

Pop a Percocet 

Getting no stress 

I found the wrong bean 

Then I fall down 

Iʼm drinking slow lean 

Then I slow down 

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Pop a Percocet 

Getting no stress 

I found the wrong bean 

Then I fall down 

Iʼm drinking slow lean 

Then I slow down 

Got a seven seater, when it go down 

Pop a Percocet and It hurt your chest 

Got a big nine and it hurt your vest 

And I got a tank hit the first connect 

Then I pop yo car, getting first to check 

Then I fuck yo broad, getting first to neck 

Nigga got a get, Iʼll hearse yo jet 

And I got a blonde, she my Hershey kiss 

I just bought a AP, I just hurt my wrist 

I just bought my AP, I just hurt yo bitch 

I just bought my AP, I just hurt them niggas 

When I pull up on you, we be throwing triggers 

Got my forty cal., make my boys bigger 

Pay or PayPal, it ainʼt no rental 

And my Lamborghini cost like five figures 

I pull up on yo block with like five niggas 

I heard you fresh to death so you died nigga 

Popping Percocet, all night, yeah 

I fell in love, yeah 

I fell in love, yeah 

She be whining, over drugs, yeah 

She be rolling, overnight, yeah 

I got a trap phone 

And my bank account plenty 

I want It all in a minute 

I want It all I ainʼt playing 

Drinking all, drinking plenty 

How I get like this 

Had to slow it down 

Ride around in the Benz when I roll 'round 

And I got a seven seater when it goes down 

Send his ass couple shots, he with the Lord now 

And I got a couple killers in the dog pound 

Dog poung