Pop Off Lyrics By Cardi B
Them motherfuckers be like
"But what type of **** will wife you?"
My type of **** will wife me
The type of **** that like bitches that pop off
And suck dick all day motherfuckin' long, bitch
Thanks to all my followers that always defended me
Y'all like my god brothers and my god sisters
I would dead jump in your fight, I would dead jump in your fight
Now what's poppin'?
Who wanna pop off? Who wanna start war?
They talkin' shit? I'm takin' tops off
Jeans, off, weaves, off
Rings, off, everything, off
Who wanna pop off? Who wanna start war?
They talkin' shit? I'm takin' tops off
Jeans, off, weaves, off
Rings, off, everything, off
I'm startin' to lose my patience, weak bitches hatin'
Bitches throwing subs like I won't kick your face in
Baby mama's mad 'cause I'm in first place and
When it comes to you, bitch, there's no conversation
I been to give it up grimy, I'm the Bronx, bitch, I'm feisty
(Cardi, why you feisty?)
Shut up bitch, fight me
NY raised and so you know it's very likely
That when I hear some shit that I don't like, I get hype B
Who would wanna wife me? Yo' **** wanna wife me
You think 'cause I'm a stripper, ho, that **** won't think twice, B?
Put this pussy on his face, ride that shit nicely
Set his ass up, then you really ain't gon' like me
So what you tryna do? You, and you, and you
I feel some type of way, a bitch finna get loose
Tell me, what's the deal? I'ma 'bout to start the hill
The wig is comin' off, shit 'bout to get real
Who wanna pop off? Who wanna start war?
They talkin' shit? I'm takin' tops off
Jeans, off, weaves, off
Rings, off, everything, off
Who wanna pop off? Who wanna start war?
They talkin' shit? I'm takin' tops off
Jeans, off, weaves, off
Rings, off, everything, off
Got beef with Cardi B? I'm poppin' off
Shit get hectic? I'ma drop it off
Oh you shinin'? Yo' chain and yo' watch is off
You was never with this shit, ****, knock it off
You is a pussy and your whole block is off
You caught feelings 'cause she ain't even top you off
You thought that bag was gettin' you pussy, not at all
You was gettin' lied, you ain't know she made that call
To the dog's dinner and they starvin'
I gotta feed all of 'em
I'ma get that ****, you gon' get that bitch
What, they thought shit switched 'cause we both got rich?
Nah, we on the same time
You got yours, I got mine
You got a problem? Get in line
It's Cardi B and two times
Who wanna pop off? Who wanna start war?
They talkin' shit? I'm takin' tops off
Jeans, off, weaves, off
Rings, off, everything, off
Who wanna pop off? Who wanna start war?
They talkin' shit? I'm takin' tops off
Jeans, off, weaves, off
Rings, off, everything, off
Shit, that bitch six-three and she bodied
Superman calves, and her shoulder somethin' retarded
I ain't backing down, Cardi got the heart regardless
You gon' have to knock me out if you think I'ma forfeit
Gang gang, squad up, and have my **** all on it
Pay a couple **** and they had you out in a coffin
And I put that on my life, I really don't do this often
But the way I'm feelin' now, like whatever, I'm on it
Have you laid out on the stretcher with your socks off
Had the pastor prayin', like, "Sorry for your loss"
Throw dirt on my name, you better pop off
My name ring bells like Mayweather, box off
I'm Cardi B, East coast, newest contender
Five-three, lookin' good, with the nails bananas
Freddy Krueger on these bitches, I cut their lights off
Should have read the memo, Cardi B pops off
