Rea1ity — POP

Rea1ity — POP — lyrics

«Intro: Can You Pop It (x4)

Verse 1: Pop it real fast let me show you what it do bout to get up on the floor and then make another move (Oohh) I can make it by myself or I can do it with the crew (crew) either way it’s about to be a win I can’t stand to lose (no) you can pick and choose I’ll adjust with the moves speed it up (speed) speed it up (speed) I ain’t got no time to cruise (nope) we can make it any day (day) we can make it anyway (way) put you on a billboard (board) put you on a big stage (stage) now we here lookey there (there) fans waiting everywhеre (where) got ‘еm hooked they aware (they know) I should try to be the mayor (yea) Fresh Prince Bel-Air (Air) Will Smith I’m the heir gon’n and put me in the chair got a nigga feeling rare (wow) people saying they don’t care still watching on the Gram (hah) sunrise to sunset knowing I’m the Next Flick (flick) we about to get it in Yeah we about to do it big bigger than we ever did Rea1ity is setting in (yep) they better get used to this poppin’ like a bag of chips (pop it) make her shake she bussin’ it (drop it) down low she make it drip (drip) you know what it really is ain’t gotta tell imagine it this is really happening (foreal) the future now present-tense

Chorus: Pop your body then pop a check (bow) foreign the car then zoom in the dash (whoo) make a play while you make it lit (lit) this is what you do when you poppin’ shit (yeah) (x2)

Verse 2: Still poppin it still gettin’ hella grip (cheese) turn it to a different dig now I’m getting really big (beast) they thought that I was finished Meek Milly still winning (Meek) coming back irritant (tant) know I got ‘em really sick (sick) and I really flow got me in the next mode rapping is my favorite sport lyrically I score points (Yeah) Now I’m bout to go pro (pro) top of the draft board numero uno (number one) ain’t tryna be cocky just know my stock rising go (go) up go (go) up prices getting higher now I’m (hot) on fire (hot) lighting (hot) like (hot) a lighter they scared Michael Myers pop you like a tire (pew)

Chorus: Pop your body then pop a check (bow) foreign the car then zoom in the dash (whoo) make a play while you make it lit (lit) this is what you do when you poppin’ shit (yeah) (x2)

Ending: When you poppin’ shit (x7)»