Chris Theis - Pop It lyrics

[Verse 1] Yo, who want it with us, y'all n***as not f**in wit us Y'all hoppin nimrods, we holdin on up under the truck We caked out, we all got cars so when we wake up in the mornin We race out, but first blow the place out It gets outrageous, to all my thug n***as throw your sets up And spit y'all razors I hop in to spin out, I'm the Opposite of H2O So in the year 2000 the lights woulda never went out Plus I rock ice, it drips on my boot, I shake it off Cuz I'm fire, so every few seconds, I take it off I'm lightweight, I let y'all throw them dumbbells I just throw back them dumb dumb shells to make y'all run well I shoot dummies, blast backs Money ga**ed up while I'ma open this tank, yo pa** me the shank I blackout, swipe em like a credit card til I max out And that's just to, let y'all know that Drag is back now HOOK 2X: Icepick Jay Now all my motherf**in peoples say yeah yeah Now all my motherf**in thugs say yeah yeah Now all my motherf**in ladies say yeah yeah Yeah yeah throw your hands in the air, c'mon [Verse 2] Y'all keep pushin that wack sh** out there y'all unable Drag's like jumper cables, negative and a positive Y'all ain't gon feel sh** til y'all get alot of this I don't care about y'all hatin n***as my moms is part of this She looks at herself and says I got all this Cuz I drop them hits that make y'all chumps don't drop sh** Drag straps up when he get up in his women Put somethin long in the booty have em switchin different I snatch n***as wife to show em the light Give em dick then I'm hittin the switch And while she snorin she don't know I'm gone by the mornin Back to the corner, til that blue van come up, my hands is cuffed uhh Whose fingers stay numb from rollin up Who finger f**s chicks til they throwin up Whose fingerprints cops keep showin up Cuz who that kid always ride and is throwin truck HOOK 2X [Verse 3] Yo, yo, I just take a strong pull and strike the match on n***as I spit lit candles and drop hot wax on n***as My middle name Jason That means I'm capable of throwin a ma** on and axe n***as Y'all better ax(ask) n***as First name Mel, I mean that's what them checks say When they come in the mail, make bank tellers cum on theyself Count it fast ma, we all professionals here How's it feel knowin I'm walkin outta here With what you get in a year I'm rude to a b**h, but y'all n***as, get out the street Act like you don't see this black jeep, and get some flat feet Y'all rock gators, we straight problems We rock our Timbs half O's, laces like our dogs got em f** it, for 2 minutes, let em play wit a new pair I got enough spares to flood the block with footwear Pockets like a blimp, sh** it's been a good year Where my ruff ryders, we still in here HOOK 4X