Juice Wrld Pop It Lyrics

[Intro]
Set up shop
If  the score's down then we gon' shop for opps
Watch  the clock, I'm coming for y'all
Are you ready or not?
Hit-Boy
Check  the charts (Oh)
Boutta  break these niggas hearts (Oh)
You wanna play some cards? (Oh)
This  the ace of hearts (Oh)
Check the charts (Oh)
I'm finna break these niggas hearts (Oh)
You wanna play some cards? (Oh)
This  the ace of hearts (Oh)
Money in my hand (Oh)
[?] (Oh)
Yeah (Yeah)
Hop out [?]

[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
Hop out, pop it (Yeah)
Fuck your problem (Oh, yeah)
Fuck your posse (Oh, yeah)
You don't want no problem (Want no problem)
Hop out, pop it (Huh, pop it)
Fuck your posse (Fuck your posse)
I'm off the Perkys with niggas (Perkys)
Fuck your molly (Fuck your molly)
I'm in Atlanta with dracos
Talkin' that shit get a halo
Got your bitch and she gone off the Henno
She a drinker she on her alcoholic mind, we know
With Swervo we gettin' the bankrolls
Off the Percs while you keeping a dank roll
I don't smoke while I pour my lean
Herb is it possible to pull a pasto

[Verse 1: Juice WRLD]
There's a couple dead niggas I know
They grave got pissed on by my kinfolk
Chicago getting too disrespectful
Ten thousand, that's on a pea coat
Help me hold the drum, it doesn't reload
Beat on your chest, like you talking to King Kong
That's if you get in the way of these bankrolls (Woah, oh, oh)

[Interlude: Juice WRLD & G Herbo]
Right, okay, alright, alright, okay, alright
Hey Swervo, I'm sick of talking to these niggas I don't think they getting the message like (laughs)
I'm probably gonna have to just hop on this bitch and just, you know, make it clear for these dumbass
Yeah
It's like man, I'm a rich ass nigga from Chicago
Of course bro
Niggas don't be making it out
Niggas don't even know me for real man, sad boy shit don't mean shit
Uh, look

[Verse 2: G Herbo]
Swerv' pop out with that Glock out (Swerv')
You already know how I rock out (Bitch)
I get my enemies chopped dead
Then ride like [?] with the top down (Uh)
And I don't fuck four seven (Uh-uh)
But I got this bitch on lock down (Uh-huh)
Air you dead on the opps that took Roc down
Foenem pullin' up finna pop now (Skrr)
Once the body drop we won't stop now
I gotta hit the road when I'm outta town
[?] say "I got M's"
'Til I catch him outta bounds, oh I got him now
And I used to trap before I got an out
Me and bro switched shifts, so I got an hour
Goin' brazy on this rap shit, got 'em sour
Bitch I feel like [?], I got the power
Bitch I don't got no snap, I don't got no apps
I don't cap on none of that that bapp bitch
I got arrested in February yeah, but that bitch stole my [?]
Always safe, don't care if they book me anywhere (Uh-huh)
I could describe them shootouts play by play, so I was really there
FaceTime Michael [?], I point out any pair
Told G-Money I misplaced the [?], and he ain't even really care
We blow that money we chase together and we gon' chase forever, misplace whatever
Take the [?] Berettas, hit his face whenever

[Chorus]
Hop out, pop it (Graa)
Fuck your problem
Fuck your posse
You don't want no problem
Hop out, pop it
Fuck your posse
I'm off the Perkys with niggas
Fuck your molly
I'm in Atlanta with dracos
Talkin' that shit get a halo
Got your bitch and she gone off the Henno
She a drinker she on her alcoholic mind, we know
With Swervo we gettin' the bankrolls
Off the Percs while you keeping a dank roll
I don't smoke while I pour my lean
Herb is it possible to pull a pasto