Pop Off Lyrics

Them motherf**kers be like, “But what type of n**gas will wife you?”
My type of n**gas will wife me! The type of n**gas that like b**ches that pop off and suck d**k all day motherf**king long, b**ch
Thanks to all my followers that always defended me, y’all like my god brothers and 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
Everythin’, off
Who wanna pop off?
Who wanna start war?
They talkin’ shit?
I’m takin’ tops off
Jeans, off
Weaves, off
Rings, off
Everythin’, off

I’m startin’ to lose my patience, weak b**ches hatin’
b**ches 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 b**ch, there’s no conversation
I been to give it up grimy, I’m the Bronx b**ch, I’m feisty
“Cardi why you feisty?” Shut up b**ch, 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? Your n**ga wanna wife me
You think ’cause I’m a stripper hoe, that n**ga won’t think twice B?
Put this p**sy on his face, rde that shit nicely
Set his a*s up, then you really ain’t gon’ like me
So what you tryna do? You and you and you
I feel some type a way, a b**ch finna get loose
Tell me what’s the deal? I’m ’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
Everythin’, off
Who wanna pop off?
Who wanna start war?
They talkin’ shit?
I’m takin’ tops off
Jeans, off
Weaves, off
Rings, off
Everythin’, off

Got beef with Cardi B? I’m poppin’ off
Shit get hectic? I’ma drop it off
Oh you shinin’? Your chain and your watch is off
You was never with this shit, n**ga, knock it off
Youse a p**sy, and your whole block is soft
You caught feelings, could she ain’t even drop you off
You thought that bag was gettin’ you p**sy, 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 ’em
I’maget that n**ga, you gon’ get that b**ch
What they thought 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 2 times

Who wanna pop off?
Who wanna start war?
They talkin’ shit?
I’m takin’ tops off
Jeans, off
Weaves, off
Rings, off
Everythin’, off
Who wanna pop off?
Who wanna start war?
They talkin’ shit?
I’m takin’ tops off
Jeans, off
Weaves, off
Rings, off
Everythin’, off

Shit, that b**ch six three and she bodied
Superman calves, and her shoulder somethin’ retarded
I ain’t backin’ 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 n**gas all on it
Pay a couple n**gas 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
5’3″ lookin’ good with the nails bananas
Freddy Kruger on these b**ches, I cut their lights off
Should have read the memo, Cardi B pops off

Other Lyrics By Cardi B
Up
What A Girl Likes
Um Yea
Stripper Hoe
Sick 16
Rumors
Red Barz
Press
Please Me
Money
Lick Remix
La Modelo
La Bebe Remix
I Like It Remix
Cheap Ass Weave
Bodak Yellow Remix
I Do
Thru Your Phone
She Bad
Money Bag
Ring
I Like It
Best Life
Be Careful
Bodak Yellow
Bickenhead
Drip
Get Up 10
Pull Up
Never Give Up
Back It Up
Rollin
Hectic
Lick
Bronx Season
With That Remix
Everything
B.O.N Remix
Sauce Boyz
Lit Thot
Trick
Foreva
I Gotta Hurt You
Selfish
Her Perspective (Skit)
Washpoppin
Trust Issues
Wap

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