Hardly any online information is available for DJ Pollie Pop, a Houston-bas… Read Full Bio ↴Hardly any online information is available for DJ Pollie Pop, a Houston-based disc jockey and remix artist. This personality is famous for taking already well-known radio hits and club favorites to their next level, so to speak, by chopping and screwing the tunes and virtually re-inventing them for Dirty-South music lovers.
The love and appreciation for the art of chopping and screwing music is mostly appreciated by urban music lovers in Southern state cities like Houston, New Orleans and Atlanta.
Pollie Pop is notably the most famous of the "choppers-and-screwers", and most of his music can be purchased at convenience store counters on different digital formats or through online retailers.
His collections are usually compiled in numbered volumes listed with titles like Wet N Da Mood, Screwed Up Radio, Dirty Popsicle or Cup of Drank.
He has been nicknamed as Pollie Pop Tha DJ aka The Prince of SCREWED & CHOPPED MUSIC.
The love and appreciation for the art of chopping and screwing music is mostly appreciated by urban music lovers in Southern state cities like Houston, New Orleans and Atlanta.
Pollie Pop is notably the most famous of the "choppers-and-screwers", and most of his music can be purchased at convenience store counters on different digital formats or through online retailers.
His collections are usually compiled in numbered volumes listed with titles like Wet N Da Mood, Screwed Up Radio, Dirty Popsicle or Cup of Drank.
He has been nicknamed as Pollie Pop Tha DJ aka The Prince of SCREWED & CHOPPED MUSIC.
Baby Do Those Things
Pollie Pop Lyrics
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Dave Hollister Hey baby,come on over here and sit down I want…
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Mourad Boutira
When your wrist like this, you don't check the forecast
Every day it's gon' rain, yeah
Made a brick through a brick, I ain't whip up shit
This pure cocaine, yeah
From the streets, but I got a little sense
But I had to go coupe, no brain, coupe no brain
I ain't worried 'bout you, I'ma do what I do
And I do my thing, do my thing
Bought her brand new shoes, told her kick rocks
Don't stand too close, diamonds kickbox
Think red means goes so I don't stop
I know they wish they could catch me, but keep wishin'
You think I done turned into a fiend for these bitches
Tryna stuff as much as I can in these britches
Made your bitch fuck on my friend, it's no difference
I ain't never popped no Xan, I sip sizzurp
If I ever have to tell on the gang, I won't do it
If I put it on a song, I seen it or been through it
I can't put it in my song, I know how the feds move
Scream free all of the ahks but I ain't no FamGoon
Gave my mama ten bands, sent her to Cancun
Got the crowd goin' dumb but I ain't no damn fool
If I went in there and did it and made it, you can too
We done came a long way from broke and sharing shoes
When your wrist like this, you don't check the forecast
Every day it's gon' rain (every day it's gon' rain), yeah
Made a brick through a brick, I ain't whip up shit
This pure cocaine (this pure cocaine), yeah
From the streets, but I got a little sense
But I had to go coupe, no brain, coupe no brain
I ain't worried 'bout you, I'ma do what I do
And I do my thing, do my thing
When your wrist like this, you don't check the forecast
Every day it's gon' rain (every day it's gon' rain), yeah
Made a brick through a brick, I ain't whip up shit
This pure cocaine (this pure cocaine), yeah
From the streets, but I got a little sense
But I had to go coupe, no brain, coupe no brain
I ain't worried 'bout you, I'ma do what I do
And I do my thing, do my thing
Got a quarter million dollars in a book bag
New Era, I'm a dope boy, no cap
I'm living my best life for real
Just left the dealership, no tag
If we opposite, it won't work, it won't last
Get an opposite knocked off, toe tag
Ain't been home in a month, got my ho mad
They need me in the trap but I can't go back
I jumped off the porch with a hundred dollar slab
I got M's in the bank, give a damn what they think
Every vibe I ever shot my shot at, caught it
Everything you ever seen me riding in, bought it
Big dawg status, I ain't gotta sell drugs
Put my craft into rap then I took off, yeah
New G-Wagon, no key, this a push-start
I can hit the gas, make it disappear
When your wrist like this, you don't check the forecast
Every day it's gon' rain (every day it's gon' rain), yeah
Made a brick through a brick, I ain't whip up shit
This pure cocaine (this pure cocaine), yeah
From the streets, but I got a little sense
But I had to go coupe, no brain, coupe no brain
I ain't worried 'bout you, I'ma do what I do
And I do my thing, do my thing
When your wrist like this, you don't check the forecast
Every day it's gon' rain (every day it's gon' rain), yeah
Made a brick through a brick, I ain't whip up shit
This pure cocaine (this pure cocaine), yeah
From the streets, but I got a little sense
But I had to go coupe, no brain, coupe no brain
I ain't worried 'bout you, I'ma do what I do
And I do my thing, do my thing
Francesco Somma
When your wrist like this, you don't check the forecast
Every day it's gon' rain, yeah
Made a brick through a brick, I ain't whip up shit
This pure cocaine, yeah
From the streets, but I got a little sense
But I had to go coupe, no brain, coupe no brain
I ain't worried 'bout you, I'ma do what I do
And I do my thing, do my thing
Bought her brand new shoes, told her kick rocks
Don't stand too close, diamonds kickbox
Think red means goes so I don't stop
I know they wish they could catch me, but keep wishin'
You think I done turned into a fiend for these bitches
Tryna stuff as much as I can in these britches
Made your bitch fuck on my friend, it's no difference
I ain't never popped no Xan, I sip sizzurp
If I ever have to tell on the gang, I won't do it
If I put it on a song, I seen it or been through it
I can't put it in my song, I know how the feds move
Scream free all of the ahks but I ain't no FamGoon
Gave my mama ten bands, sent her to Cancun
Got the crowd goin' dumb but I ain't no damn fool
If I went in there and did it and made it, you can too
We done came a long way from broke and sharing shoes
When your wrist like this, you don't check the forecast
Every day it's gon' rain (every day it's gon' rain), yeah
Made a brick through a brick, I ain't whip up shit
This pure cocaine (this pure cocaine), yeah
From the streets, but I got a little sense
But I had to go coupe, no brain, coupe no brain
I ain't worried 'bout you, I'ma do what I do
And I do my thing, do my thing
When your wrist like this, you don't check the forecast
Every day it's gon' rain (every day it's gon' rain), yeah
Made a brick through a brick, I ain't whip up shit
This pure cocaine (this pure cocaine), yeah
From the streets, but I got a little sense
But I had to go coupe, no brain, coupe no brain
I ain't worried 'bout you, I'ma do what I do
And I do my thing, do my thing
Got a quarter million dollars in a book bag
New Era, I'm a dope boy, no cap
I'm living my best life for real
Just left the dealership, no tag
If we opposite, it won't work, it won't last
Get an opposite knocked off, toe tag
Ain't been home in a month, got my ho mad
They need me in the trap but I can't go back
I jumped off the porch with a hundred dollar slab
I got M's in the bank, give a damn what they think
Every vibe I ever shot my shot at, caught it
Everything you ever seen me riding in, bought it
Big dawg status, I ain't gotta sell drugs
Put my craft into rap then I took off, yeah
New G-Wagon, no key, this a push-start
I can hit the gas, make it disappear
When your wrist like this, you don't check the forecast
Every day it's gon' rain (every day it's gon' rain), yeah
Made a brick through a brick, I ain't whip up shit
This pure cocaine (this pure cocaine), yeah
From the streets, but I got a little sense
But I had to go coupe, no brain, coupe no brain
I ain't worried 'bout you, I'ma do what I do
And I do my thing, do my thing
When your wrist like this, you don't check the forecast
Every day it's gon' rain (every day it's gon' rain), yeah
Made a brick through a brick, I ain't whip up shit
This pure cocaine (this pure cocaine), yeah
From the streets, but I got a little sense
But I had to go coupe, no brain, coupe no brain
I ain't worried 'bout you, I'ma do what I do
And I do my thing, do my thing
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Cudi zan
I don’t think people will ever understand how lyrically genius this song is every bar hits harder and harder and the flow is almost better truly one of the best songs in the rap industry❤🔥
Boston3233 #JMosh420
I’m sorry, but there is nothing lyrically genius about Lil mumble rapper baby.
GamingwithJJ
Bro this song will never disappoint me no matter how mad, sad, or depressed I am
Mourad Boutira
When your wrist like this, you don't check the forecast
Every day it's gon' rain, yeah
Made a brick through a brick, I ain't whip up shit
This pure cocaine, yeah
From the streets, but I got a little sense
But I had to go coupe, no brain, coupe no brain
I ain't worried 'bout you, I'ma do what I do
And I do my thing, do my thing
Bought her brand new shoes, told her kick rocks
Don't stand too close, diamonds kickbox
Think red means goes so I don't stop
I know they wish they could catch me, but keep wishin'
You think I done turned into a fiend for these bitches
Tryna stuff as much as I can in these britches
Made your bitch fuck on my friend, it's no difference
I ain't never popped no Xan, I sip sizzurp
If I ever have to tell on the gang, I won't do it
If I put it on a song, I seen it or been through it
I can't put it in my song, I know how the feds move
Scream free all of the ahks but I ain't no FamGoon
Gave my mama ten bands, sent her to Cancun
Got the crowd goin' dumb but I ain't no damn fool
If I went in there and did it and made it, you can too
We done came a long way from broke and sharing shoes
When your wrist like this, you don't check the forecast
Every day it's gon' rain (every day it's gon' rain), yeah
Made a brick through a brick, I ain't whip up shit
This pure cocaine (this pure cocaine), yeah
From the streets, but I got a little sense
But I had to go coupe, no brain, coupe no brain
I ain't worried 'bout you, I'ma do what I do
And I do my thing, do my thing
When your wrist like this, you don't check the forecast
Every day it's gon' rain (every day it's gon' rain), yeah
Made a brick through a brick, I ain't whip up shit
This pure cocaine (this pure cocaine), yeah
From the streets, but I got a little sense
But I had to go coupe, no brain, coupe no brain
I ain't worried 'bout you, I'ma do what I do
And I do my thing, do my thing
Got a quarter million dollars in a book bag
New Era, I'm a dope boy, no cap
I'm living my best life for real
Just left the dealership, no tag
If we opposite, it won't work, it won't last
Get an opposite knocked off, toe tag
Ain't been home in a month, got my ho mad
They need me in the trap but I can't go back
I jumped off the porch with a hundred dollar slab
I got M's in the bank, give a damn what they think
Every vibe I ever shot my shot at, caught it
Everything you ever seen me riding in, bought it
Big dawg status, I ain't gotta sell drugs
Put my craft into rap then I took off, yeah
New G-Wagon, no key, this a push-start
I can hit the gas, make it disappear
When your wrist like this, you don't check the forecast
Every day it's gon' rain (every day it's gon' rain), yeah
Made a brick through a brick, I ain't whip up shit
This pure cocaine (this pure cocaine), yeah
From the streets, but I got a little sense
But I had to go coupe, no brain, coupe no brain
I ain't worried 'bout you, I'ma do what I do
And I do my thing, do my thing
When your wrist like this, you don't check the forecast
Every day it's gon' rain (every day it's gon' rain), yeah
Made a brick through a brick, I ain't whip up shit
This pure cocaine (this pure cocaine), yeah
From the streets, but I got a little sense
But I had to go coupe, no brain, coupe no brain
I ain't worried 'bout you, I'ma do what I do
And I do my thing, do my thing
PacMan0542
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•EIAaron•
Playing this every Christmas
Nikou XO
ayyy wya
sael yosafat
For reall ❄️🥶
Iguana 21
Hell yea
DawgRituals
Where you at