Funkmaster Flex - Pop Your Shit** lyrics

[Verse 1: DaBaby] First off, ni**a, I can't name a new label Like Billion Dollar Baby Entertainment Turnt up young ni**as, just got faded Barber hit a ni**a with the razor (Pop your sh*t, ni**a) Ridin' like a skater, my momma raised a player (Pop your sh*t, ni**a) Prolly shoulda called a ni**a SEGA I'm all about the paper (Yeah), richest ni**a in my city ni**a livin' like the mothafu*kin' mayor And I keep a pretty b*tch pulled up Ridin' with the chauffeur, I been chillin' with my foot up ni**as all cap, bullsh*t, ni**as pull up (Cap) Left a PN98, that lil' ni**a got the hookup I'ma make her drop the drawers every time a ni**a pull up Drop it, drop it, drop it, drop it Every time he turn around, that ni**a, he the topic You would think DaBaby popcorn the way the ni**a pop it You can't stop— [Verse 2: Stunna 4 Vegas] I ride like the motherfu*kin' president Rich ni**a, can't get out my element I'm having cake like I hit for a settlement b*tch, I need them M's, I ain't settlin' They stealin' the sauce, it's evident Drop a opp, we won't leave no evidence Can't beef with a lame, he irrelevant ni**a get out his lane and get Heaven-sent [...]