Sally Sossa & BigKayBeezy – Bop It Lyrics

Sally Sossa & BigKayBeezy – Bop It Lyrics

Bop It Lyrics by Sally Sossa & BigKayBeezy

[Chrous: Sally Sossa]
I’m beating these bitches like bop it
I’m blowing up I’m the topic
And no one can stop it
Bitch I’m the plug fuck a socket
I ran it up in my pocket
This drip you can’t kop it
I only do features for profit
My best friend the bank
I’m finna go make a deposit
Shoutout to Houston I’m poppin’
I’m boutta take off like a rocket

[Verse 1: Sally Sossa]
I use to do shows for no money
Now I won’t step on the stage
Until I get the door money
Circus soleil i got show money
These niggas asking for bread
Like where the fuck yo money
You post a long time ago money
I use to pull up hit licks
Like it’s time to go money
Bitch I got bread I want more money
You niggas jokes
So funny
I be ballin’ on niggas
I’m leading my team
To the Green
Just like my name was Popovich
Had to work on my angle
Arm length you in danger
I’m crazy
Cause I’m quick to pop a bitch
I just made a new banger
To help release anger
And I can’t wait to drop the bitch
I love all of my haters
Cause they made me greater
And no they not stopping shit
When I was a kid
I loved eating and drinking and sleeping
At all of the pizza parties
Now that I’m big
I’m like fuck it
We might as well link
And I just throw a visa party
Give me yo card number
Expire date cv and we’ll get it started
Ian worried bout opps
My niggas big shooters
I promise they won’t fucking miss a target

[Bridge: ?]
Pop it
Drop it
Left right stop it
Pop it
Drop it
Twist it
Lock it
Left right stop it
Pop it
Drop it
Left right
Pop it
Pop it
Pop it

[Chorus: Sally Sossa]
I’m beating these bitches like bop it
I’m blowing up I’m the topic
And no one can stop it
Bitch I’m the plug fuck a socket
I run it up in my pocket
This drip you can’t cop it
I only do features for profit
My best friend a bank
I’m gonna go make a deposit
Shoutout to Houston im poppin
I’m boutta take off like a rocket

[Verse 2: BigKayBeezy]
Damn
Snuck in the club with my glocky
Face shot gang
Ion really like boxing
Lil mama gone off a duce
Some toxins
Now she get freaky
She foxy
Damn
Told he I ain’t trynna fuck
Cause she drunk
But she keep trynna tug on my boxers
I got my O.G. a crib
And I just bought a charger
Could’ve been copped a few watches
Say he get money he flozzin
He don’t never got shit in his pockets
Baby I’m rich and I’m poppin
And I’m popular
Never done shit for nobody
It’s 50 on a blick
That’s another couple bodies
Hit em with the switch
Make a nigga do Pilates
Damn
Big body
Lil motor 10 cause the opps could be watching
But since we got ten in this bitch
Can you top me
I like it sloppy
Fuck around take you Saks
Not a swat meat
That’s where I can hit it from the back
In my Versace
In my boxers
If he tweak on my bitch
Then I’m popping him
Fuck around up blick in his patna
Flexing like he got it
On the low we robbing him
Told my bitch to bring the blick in her bonnet

[Chorus: Sally Sossa]
I’m beating these bitches like bop it
I’m blowing up I’m the topic
And no one can stop it
Bitch I’m the plug fuck a socket
I ran it up in my pocket
This drip you can’t kop it
I only do features for profit
My best friend a bank
I’m gonna go make a deposit
Shoutout to Houston I’m poppin’
I’m boutta take off like a rocket