Pop Sh*t
Quality Control Lyrics


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Ay
Ay
You know who done fucked up right, you
Uh
Yeah, you
Yo
You too nigga
Yo yo
You too nigga
Let me pop my shit
Yeah you too nigga
Backends we get
Pop it
Your hoe been hit
Oh you talkin' 'bout your bitch
The wrist been lit (ice)
Lit like this
Nah for real nigga

Hunnid K spent on my wrist lil' nigga
Breakin' that pot and that dope gon' triple
I left a tip for your bitch my nigga
I fuck her mouth her throat got bigger
Pull up and hop out the car, drip
Fuckin' a bitch she a star, drip
Buy it and fuck what it cost, drip
Try it and get knocked off, brrt
They gon' eat the dab up, jaws
Never shop crib came with a mall
Free my nigga down behind the wall
Ain't gon' stop 'til they free my niggas all
I can make a movie Seagal
No dribble I ball
Then roll up a Backwood with Cookie as fat as a log
Then hop in the frog
I'ma go and pop my shit
I'ma pull up at 6
Number 1 first draft pick
Coupe it came with the kit
Real niggas all around me
Lot of pussy niggas still exist
Drinkin' right under my trench
Thotty bitches on my bench
The Cookie pack came dense

Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit, pop shit
Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit (pop)
Pop shit, pop pop, pop shit
Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit
Pop shit (pop)
Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit, pop shit
Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit (pop)
Pop shit, pop pop, pop shit
Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit
Pop shit (pop)

I'ma go and pop my shit
Hold on let me talk my shit
Tell her don't look my way
Nigga I buy your bitch
No wings attached
You don't get fly like this
No strings attached
I'ma pop my shit

Don't be poppin' get caught with the sawed-off
Whippin' cocaine, cookin' product (Coke!)
Break down the dope like it's sawdust (Breakdown!)
Look what the grind done bought us (look)
Catch the bitches (catch), but I don't fetch the bitches (nooo)
Catch the bitch, I ain't hit her, I was thinkin' about ya feelings
I'ma glide on ya bitch, do ya hear me?
Shooter on the bench, I pop wheelies
QC nigga, pop millions
We ain't gonna talk about the feelings
We ain't gotta talk about the gremlins
Paid shooters 'round me, chillin'
Pop it off baby, start kneeling
Give me my racks off the dribble
My poppa pull up in a lizard
The eyes on that bitch like a gizzard
I get the money so vivid
Young nigga I'm makin' history (history)
'Set not going for dissin'
On a jet when I'm flying the distance
Bad bitch she a assistant
Drive the bricks to Michigan (woo!)

Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit, pop shit
Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit (pop)
Pop shit, pop pop, pop shit
Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit
Pop shit (pop)
Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit, pop shit
Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit (pop)
Pop shit, pop pop, pop shit
Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit
Pop shit (pop)

I'ma go and pop my shit
Hold on let me talk my shit
Tell her don't look my way
Nigga I buy your bitch
No wings attached
You don't get fly like this
No strings attached
I'ma pop my shit

Quavo
Pop my shit I pop it (pop it)
Whole lotta bullets in the cartridge
Told 'em, Trust the Process (trust it)
I'ma break 'em down, diagnostics (break)
Cup of the drank, too toxic (woo)
Stashin' the pint in the cockpit (stash it)
Yo bitch want my kids, she swallowed it
Came back up for oxygen (up)
FN make a nigga move (move, move)
Put a fuck nigga on the news (news, news)
Mama drunk like she drank booze (mama)
'Cause her son done turned into food (damn)
Big name came with the weight (woo)
Red cam all in the plates (yeah)
Mix it dog food, baked (skrt)
Finesse me a nigga out of state (jugg)
You turn to a woman, Cait (Jenner)
Crisp back the lawn, mow the snakes (renter)
Stick to the money, pace (stuck)
Hit the gas to the top, it's a race (top)
My wrist, can't stop, Ma$e (woo)
Give a bitch my cock to taste (here)
Got a M in the locked suitcase (cash)
Mama found it when she broke the vase, damn ma

Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit, pop shit
Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit (pop)
Pop shit, pop pop, pop shit
Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit
Pop shit (pop)
Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit, pop shit
Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit (pop)
Pop shit, pop pop, pop shit
Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit
Pop shit (pop)

I'ma go and pop my shit
Hold on let me talk my shit
Tell her don't look my way
Nigga I buy your bitch
No wings attached
You don't get fly like this




No strings attached
I'ma pop my shit

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Quality Control's song Pop Sh*t highlight the rapper's confidence and triumph. The lyrics brag about money, power, and women. The catchy refrain encourages listeners to be confident and to "pop their sh*t." The first verse mentions spending a hundred thousand dollars on a wristwatch and having a diamond-studded wrist. The rapper then claims to have slept with someone's girlfriend, left her more satisfied than ever, and left a tip for her. These commentators in the song support that they have "real niggas" around them while calling out the "pussy niggas" and "caught with the sawed-off." The second verse of the song continues the braggadocious tone and includes the rapper mentioning his wealth, cars, and brand of marijuana. Throughout the song, the rapper emphasizes his freedom, independence, and personal power.


Line by Line Meaning

Ay
Hey


Ay
Hey


You know who done fucked up right, you
You know exactly who made a big mistake, right?


Uh
Um


Yeah, you
Yes, you


Yo
Hey


You too nigga
You're also involved, dude


Yo yo
Hey hey


You too nigga
You're also involved, dude


Let me pop my shit
Allow me to express myself confidently


Yeah you too nigga
Yeah, you're also in that category, dude


Backends we get
We earn a lot of money


Pop it
Show off, boast


Your hoe been hit
Your girl has been involved


Oh you talkin' 'bout your bitch
Oh, you're referring to your significant other


The wrist been lit (ice)
My wrist has been adorned with expensive jewelry (diamonds)


Lit like this
It's decorated like this


Nah for real nigga
No, seriously, dude


Hunnid K spent on my wrist lil' nigga
I spent one hundred thousand dollars on my small wrist, dude


Breakin' that pot and that dope gon' triple
Breaking that potent drug will cause its value to triple


I left a tip for your bitch my nigga
I showed appreciation to your girl, my dude


I fuck her mouth her throat got bigger
I engaged in oral sex with her, and it expanded her throat


Pull up and hop out the car, drip
Arriving and exiting the vehicle with style


Fuckin' a bitch she a star, drip
Having sexual relations with a famous woman, dripping with swagger


Buy it and fuck what it cost, drip
Purchase it and disregard the price, dripping with swag


Try it and get knocked off, brrt
Test it out and face the consequences (possibly violence)


They gon' eat the dab up, jaws
They'll enthusiastically admire and appreciate the dance move


Never shop crib came with a mall
My house is so big it feels like a shopping mall


Free my nigga down behind the wall
Release my friend who is currently incarcerated


Ain't gon' stop 'til they free my niggas all
I won't cease my efforts until all of my friends are released


I can make a movie Seagal
I have the ability to create a film like Steven Seagal


No dribble I ball
I don't waste any time, I'm successful


Then roll up a Backwood with Cookie as fat as a log
Then I'll roll a Backwood cigar filled with marijuana, as thick as a log


Then hop in the frog
Then jump into my expensive sports car


I'ma go and pop my shit
I'm going to confidently express myself


I'ma pull up at 6
I'm going to arrive at a specific location


Number 1 first draft pick
I'm the best option, the first choice


Coupe it came with the kit
The sports car came fully equipped


Real niggas all around me
Authentic individuals surround me


Lot of pussy niggas still exist
There are many weak individuals still out there


Drinkin' right under my trench
Drinking comfortably, concealed in my expensive coat


Thotty bitches on my bench
Women of loose moral character sitting on my bench


The Cookie pack came dense
The marijuana package is tightly packed


I'ma go and pop my shit
I'm going to confidently express myself


Hold on let me talk my shit
Wait a moment, I want to confidently express myself


Tell her don't look my way
Tell her not to pay attention to me


Nigga I buy your bitch
I can easily afford to purchase your significant other


No wings attached
No obligations or commitments


You don't get fly like this
You can't achieve this level of coolness


No strings attached
No entanglements or attachments


I'ma go and pop my shit
I'm going to confidently express myself


Don't be poppin' get caught with the sawed-off
Don't be showing off and get caught with a shotgun


Whippin' cocaine, cookin' product (Coke!)
Preparing and cooking drugs like cocaine


Break down the dope like it's sawdust (Breakdown!)
Disassemble the drugs as if they're wood dust


Look what the grind done bought us (look)
See the rewards the hard work has brought us


Catch the bitches (catch), but I don't fetch the bitches (nooo)
Attracting women, but not being submissive to them


Catch the bitch, I ain't hit her, I was thinkin' about ya feelings
Encountered the woman, but I didn't sleep with her, I was considering your emotions


I'ma glide on ya bitch, do ya hear me?
I'm going to smoothly approach your girl, do you understand?


Shooter on the bench, I pop wheelies
Having a skilled shooter ready, I'll perform wheelies on a motorcycle


QC nigga, pop millions
Quality Control, dude, making millions


We ain't gonna talk about the feelings
We're not going to discuss emotions


We ain't gotta talk about the gremlins
We don't need to talk about the haters


Paid shooters 'round me, chillin'
I have paid gunmen around me, relaxing


Pop it off baby, start kneeling
Start the excitement, baby, get on your knees


Give me my racks off the dribble
Give me my money instantly


My poppa pull up in a lizard
My father arrives in an expensive car


The eyes on that bitch like a gizzard
The woman's eyes are peculiar, like a bird's gizzard


I get the money so vivid
I acquire money in a very clear way


Young nigga I'm makin' history (history)
I'm a young man making my mark in history


'Set not going for dissin'
I won't tolerate disrespect


On a jet when I'm flying the distance
Traveling on a private jet for long distances


Bad bitch she a assistant
Attractive woman, she's an assistant


Drive the bricks to Michigan (woo!)
Transporting drugs to Michigan


I'ma go and pop my shit
I'm going to confidently express myself


Hold on let me talk my shit
Wait a moment, let me confidently express myself


Tell her don't look my way
Tell her not to pay attention to me


Nigga I buy your bitch
I can easily afford to purchase your significant other


No wings attached
No obligations or commitments


You don't get fly like this
You can't achieve this level of coolness


No strings attached
No entanglements or attachments


I'ma pop my shit
I'm going to confidently express myself


Quavo
Quavo


Pop my shit I pop it (pop it)
I confidently express myself, I do it


Whole lotta bullets in the cartridge
A large amount of bullets in the firearm's magazine


Told 'em, Trust the Process (trust it)
Instructed them to have faith in the method


I'ma break 'em down, diagnostics (break)
I'm going to analyze and break things down


Cup of the drank, too toxic (woo)
A cup of the codeine-based drink, too dangerous


Stashin' the pint in the cockpit (stash it)
Hiding the bottle of cough syrup in the dashboard compartment


Yo bitch want my kids, she swallowed it
Your girl wants to have my children, she's accepting it


Came back up for oxygen (up)
Emerging again for a breath of air


FN make a nigga move (move, move)
My FN firearm forces a person to move quickly


Put a fuck nigga on the news (news, news)
Expose a disloyal individual on the media/news


Mama drunk like she drank booze (mama)
My mother is heavily intoxicated, as if she consumed alcohol


'Cause her son done turned into food (damn)
Because her son has become a highly successful person


Big name came with the weight (woo)
I have a well-known reputation that carries influence


Red cam all in the plates (yeah)
Red camera capturing everything that happens


Mix it dog food, baked (skrt)
Mixing drugs with adulterants and baking them


Finesse me a nigga out of state (jugg)
Deceive a person from another state to gain something from them


You turn to a woman, Cait (Jenner)
You have transformed into a woman, like Caitlyn Jenner


Crisp back the lawn, mow the snakes (renter)
Clean up the area behind me and eliminate the negative influences


Stick to the money, pace (stuck)
Focus on making money, keep moving forward


Hit the gas to the top, it's a race (top)
Accelerate to the maximum speed, it's a competition


My wrist, can't stop, Ma$e (woo)
My wrist keeps moving, like Ma$e's music


Give a bitch my cock to taste (here)
Allow a woman to experience my sexual prowess


Got a M in the locked suitcase (cash)
I have a million dollars in a secure suitcase


Mama found it when she broke the vase, damn ma
My mother discovered it when she accidentally broke the vase, damn mom


Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit, pop shit
Confidently express, brag, boast


Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit (pop)
Confidently express, brag, boast


Pop shit, pop pop, pop shit
Confidently express, brag, boast


Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit
Confidently express, brag, boast


Pop shit (pop)
Confidently express (boast)


Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit, pop shit
Confidently express, brag, boast


Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit (pop)
Confidently express, brag, boast


Pop shit, pop pop, pop shit
Confidently express, brag, boast


Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit
Confidently express, brag, boast


Pop shit (pop)
Confidently express (boast)


I'ma go and pop my shit
I'm going to confidently express myself


Hold on let me talk my shit
Wait a moment, let me confidently express myself


Tell her don't look my way
Tell her not to pay attention to me


Nigga I buy your bitch
I can easily afford to purchase your significant other


No wings attached
No obligations or commitments


You don't get fly like this
You can't achieve this level of coolness


No strings attached
No entanglements or attachments


I'ma pop my shit
I'm going to confidently express myself




Lyrics © THE ADMINISTRATION MP, INC.
Written by: Quavious Marshall, Kiari Cephus, Kirshnik Ball, Dwan Avery

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Real Wise

Mais um Som épico 💸❤

GRIMEREPORTTV

Favourite track off the album right here!!!

RaverNeem

GRIMEREPORTTV listen to ice tray

Ginger Little

This is finna blow up... listening day after

Dawson Groner

These songs are Hits

Arlando Frazier

Mindset Gaming these songs are a smack in the face that you can take words out a coloring book and repeat them over a wack ass trap beat

mattyfalco

Goosebumps

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Poll3x

this song is dope asf

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People are sleeping on this i cant belive this is too litt QC hottest

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