Popa Lyrics – Ice Spice

Read the full Popa lyrics by Ice Spice along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Ice Spice’s music, you can also explore BB Belt and Bitch I’m Packin’, two other songs by Ice Spice.

[Intro]
Uh, uh
Uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh (Stop playing with ’em, RIOT)

[Chorus]
Came up out the hood, yeah, I got super lit (Grrah)
Diamonds keep on dancing, got a stupid wrist (Grrah)
He ain’t fu*king on me, he got a stupid b!tch (Stupid b!tch)
And he left that b!tch ’cause I’m a cooler b!tch (Cooler b!tch)
B!tch, she ain’t no player, this a cooler b!tch (Cooler b!tch)
Just me on the plane and the stewardess
All this fu*king breesh, what to do with it? (Grrah)
Munching on that popa like it’s food in it (Grrah)

[Verse 1]
Skin the color coca, put his nose in (Nose in)
Told him that I love him, I was trolling (Trolling)
They ain’t want me to win, I was chosen (Chosen)
That b!tch talking s*it, she get poked in (Grrah)
Tell her drop a pin, we ain’t bowling (Grrah)
Make them b!tches sick, I got motion (Like)
See her, I’m like, “Grrah,” that’s the slogan (Like)
Bad b!tch, she my twin like the Olsens (Like)

[Chorus]
Came up out the hood, yeah, I got super lit (Grrah)
Diamonds keep on dancing, got a stupid wrist (Grrah)
He ain’t fu*king on me, he got a stupid b!tch (Grrah)
And he left that b!tch ’cause I’m a cooler b!tch (Grrah)
B!tch, she ain’t no player, this a cooler b!tch (Cooler b!tch)
Just me on the plane and the stewardess (Stewardess)
All this fu*king breesh, what to do with it? (Like)
Munching on that popa like it’s food in it (Like)

[Verse 2]

And I feed him good ’cause he a eater (He a eater)
And he beat that cat, call up PETA (Like)
When he going slow, tell him, “Speed up” (Uh-huh)
Diamonds on my neck like I’m anema’
I ain’t anema’ (Like), got that heater (Grrah)
Bad b!tches, I’m your leader (Leader)
Mad b!tches wanna be her (Like)
B!tches can’t see me for nothing like Sia (Grrah)

[Chorus]
Came up out the hood, yeah, I got super lit (Super lit)
Diamonds keep on dancing, got a stupid wrist (Stupid wrist)
He ain’t fu*king on me, he got a stupid b!tch (Stupid b!tch)
And he left that b!tch ’cause I’m a cooler b!tch (Cooler b!tch)
B!tch, she ain’t no player, this a cooler b!tch (Cooler b!tch)
Just me on the plane and the stewardess (Stewardess)
All this fu*king breesh, what to do with it? (Do with it)
Munching on that popa like it’s food in it (Food in it)

[Outro]
Grrah
Uh, uh
Uh, uh
Uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
She a stupid b!tch