POP IT Lyrics – DDG, Lil Yachty

Read the full POP IT lyrics by DDG and Lil Yachty from the album HIT-A-THON along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy DDG's music, you can also explore ROUND & ROUND and SCRUB DA GROUND, two other songs by DDG.

[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
Put my wrist in a ho and went fishing (What?)
Dunder Mifflin, we raking up chicken
And my hoes treat me just like Pippen
It's a new old-school that I'm lifting
It's a new young b!tch that I'm pimping
All of this one-of-one Chrome in this shipment
If you saw how I'm living, you'd get it
Every code that we live by is different
Took a step back, made some adjustments
She on us, getting swept like a dustpan
Made her sing and do movies like Justin
You gon' die for your brother and slime for your brother, oh, well, oh, s*it, it's just us then
Blick— (Ah), ooh
Blick got more safeties than a playpen
K-Pens in the system like A-10
New chain so big, pendant so huge, you measure that s*it, 8x10
Don't much s*it get past my twin
I'ma fill up your body like toxins
This ain't the regular, turn off the cellular
Geeked, talking fast like the auctions
Red gloves on like I'm boxing, uh-huh
I got more purple drank than communions
Yellow diamonds, looking like Minions
I don't give a fu*k 'bout opinions
Why your hoe said your house like detention? (What?)
I'm tryna raise the suspensions
Double R, hefty like a pension
It get real dark like a dungeon
I'm the richest n!gga at the luncheon

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
Ah, uh (It's us), I'm popping it, P
It's just popping it, P (Pop it)
Ain't no n!gga fu*king with me (Pop it)
I'm the one bringing sand to the beach (Pop it)
And I still treat a ho like a leech (Pop it)
I'm too outta reach (Pop it)
I'm too outta reach (Pop it)
I'm too outta reach (Pop it)

[Verse 2: DDG & Lil Yachty]
Smoking on 'za and gas today
Punching my lungs like Cassius Clay
Winning so much, they had to hate
I bought some one-of-one Chrome, this b!tch was 'posed to get to my home, but they crashed the freight
I'm finna— mm, I wanna— (Uh), I done forgot what I had to say
Oh, I remember, we turning s*it up in December, it's us versus them and they bitter
These n!ggas tender, we smacking yo' ho and we flip her, don't piss me off, I got a temper
I'm in this b!tch with Lil Yachty and Gio and Karrah, I feel like I'm one of the members (It's us)
These n!ggas faking emotions, I can not relate to that s*it, I am not a pretender
I'm a rich-ass n!gga, do not hit me on no broke s*it
Pop tags, Chrome Heart bag when I hold s*it (Damn)
Bro got a Glock .40 mag, don't approach him
If us see you, then you're fu*ked like a Trojan, okay

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
Ah, ah, I'm popping it, P
It's just popping it, P (Pop it)
Ain't no n!gga fu*king with me (Pop it)
I'm the one bringing sand to the beach (Pop it)
And I still treat a ho like a leech (Pop it)
I'm too outta reach (Pop it)
I'm too outta reach (Pop it)
I'm too outta reach (Pop it)
Ah, ah, I'm popping it P
It's just popping it P (Pop it)
Ain't no n!gga fu*king with me (Pop it)
I'm the one bringing sand to the beach (Pop it)
And I still treat a ho like a leech (Pop it)
I'm too outta reach (Pop it)
I'm too outta reach (Pop it)
I'm too outta reach