Pop Dat Thang

Album: Be More Grateful (2026)
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  • Let me pop my shit, this ass too fat
    He gettin' hard when I sit on his lap
    Bitch talk shit, I'ma swing on that ho
    My DMs gettin' out of control
    Scream my name 'til your throat get sore
    When I pop out, this shit on the floor
    Show my ass like I'm gettin' a tan
    Pussy get wet when I see my man

    Me and my bitches can't wait for this summer
    Tight-ass dresses, nothin' else under
    You get my number, I'ma change my number
    If my nigga home, don't blow my cover
    I don't get gassed, I gaslight (stamp that)
    Face still beat from last night (stamp that)
    Real bad bitch, my cash right
    Must've been a goddamn stripper in my past life
    Look at my waist, can't even see it
    Look at my belt, don't even need it
    Unless it's yo' ass, then I'm 'bout to beat it
    I look in the mirror, it feel like I'm cheatin'
    It's 3 AM, my phone on DND
    Hoes be sick, need a EMT (ugh)
    My niggas said next nigga DM me
    He gon' air this bitch like a BnB

    Pop that thang, let it clap, let it clap (ugh)
    Ride this D while you sit on my lap (ugh, GloRilla)
    Spread them cheeks, let me see that hole (ugh)
    Shake that ass like you outta control (spread that shit, you know what I'm sayin'? You know, ugh)
    Suck that thang 'til your throat get sore (yeah)
    Bend it on down, put ya face on the floor (yeah, fuck me like a slut)
    Fuck that shit 'til ya legs can't stand (you know what I'm sayin'?)
    Hot freak bitch with the world in her hand (let's go)
    Pop that thang, let it clap, let it clap
    Ride this D while you sit on my lap (uh-uh-uh, let's go)
    Spread them cheeks, let me see that hole
    Shake that ass like you outta control (uh-huh)
    Suck that thang 'til ya throat get sore
    Bend it on down, put ya face on the floor (uh, uh, uh)
    Fuck that shit 'til ya legs can't stand (Miami)
    Hot freak bitch with the world in her hand

    Hot freak bitch, comin' straight out the 'Yami (the Yams)
    Shit, I don't wanna meet yo' mami (uh)
    Trick-ass nigga wanna make me his wife
    Probably why his other hoes can't stand me (yeah)
    In the car, I'm suckin' it sloppy (damn)
    I know why you runnin', this pussy a faucet (ooh)
    Take a trip, hurt his pockets in the worst way (ayy)
    New titties, new ass, you the birthday
    I'ma back this ass up like Juvie (ooh)
    Shakin' ass on the couch in Booby (ooh)
    Make him beg like, "Caresha, please" (please)
    Do it for the bad hoes in the Z
    Ride (ride), ride (ride), ride (ride)
    Bounce that shit to the beat
    Girl, if you a ho, then show that pussy, you ain't gotta be discreet (thangya)

    Pop that thang, let it clap, let it clap (uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
    Ride this D while you sit on my lap (uh-uh-uh, uh, uh, uh)
    Spread them cheeks, let me see that hole
    Shake that ass like you outta control (ooh, mm-hmm)
    Suck that thang 'til ya throat get sore (ooh)
    Bend it on down, put ya face on the floor (uh, uh, uh, ooh)
    Fuck that shit 'til ya legs can't stand (ooh)
    Hot freak bitch with the world in her hand

    Shake that wham, show your mama made a ho (that wham)
    All the bad bitches, bring your ass to the floor (mm-hmm)
    Couple shots in, we ain't going' back home
    1942, she gon'- (pop that thang, ah)
    Ride that shit, speed it up, go slow
    I'm thick, no secret, shit, everybody know
    Face too pretty and this pussy too good
    Say it's somethin' 'bout me that he can't let go
    I put the wham in his hands (in his hands, ah)
    He put the bands in my hands (let's go)
    Left cheek, right cheek, goddamn
    I'm really that bitch and I know who I am (ah)
    I put the wham in his hands (in his hands, ah)
    He put the bands in my hands (let's go)
    Left cheek, right cheek, goddamn
    I'm really that bitch and I know who I am

    Pop that thang, let it clap, let it clap (mm-hmm)
    Ride this D while you sit on my lap (let's go, yeah)
    Spread them cheeks, let me see that hole (spread that shit, you know what I'm sayin'? You know)
    Shake that ass like you outta control
    Suck that thang 'til ya throat get sore (yeah)
    Bend it on down, put ya face on the floor (yeah, fuck me like a slut)
    Fuck that shit 'til ya legs can't stand (you know what I'm sayin'?)
    Hot freak bitch with the world in her hand (let's go)
    Pop that thang, let it clap, let it clap
    Ride this D while you sit on my lap (uh-uh-uh, let's go)
    Spread them cheeks, let me see that hole
    Shake that ass like you outta control (uh-huh)
    Suck that thang 'til ya throat get sore
    Bend it on down, put ya face on the floor (uh, uh, uh)
    Fuck that shit 'til ya legs can't stand
    Hot freak bitch with the world in her hand

    Remix, yeah, remix, nigga
    I'ma show you niggas how to make a remix (yeah)
    Came up outta nowhere, they ain't see it
    All that other shit droppin', you can keep it
    You know Baby make the bad bitches pop that, pop that
    Throw that ass around like it's the Freaknik (okay)
    Push me to the wall, get to pullin' down my drawls
    Hands up in the air, I'm playin' defense (yeah)
    A couple years straight, niggas thought that was it
    Ain't no fuckin' way, know I brought back a hit
    I had took her with me, we both spent a lil' time
    She got hers, I got mine, then I brought back his bitch
    Ya fuck-nigga lame, he had brought back a chain and some money, a purse
    I just brought back some dick
    Cut a ho off, I wasn't feelin' that shit (yup)
    Takin' back over like gimme this shit (let's do it)
    Yeah, she got the- (world in her hands), uh-huh
    She make it bounce on the D (let's do it, let's do it)
    I got a Glock in my pants (what I do? What I do?)
    I pull it out, let it hit, she gon'-
    (Suck that thang 'til ya throat get sore)
    And fuck me so good I don't want no more
    Baby got a gun for every day of the month
    Bitch-ass nigga, you don't want no war, I'ma

    Pop that thang, let it clap, let it clap (yeah, I'ma pop that thang, let it clap, let it clap)
    Ride this D while you sit on my lap
    Spread them cheeks, let me see that hole (nigga, some big, some big nasty shit)
    Shake that ass like you outta control (nigga, you know how I get down, nigga)
    Suck that thang 'til ya throat get sore (but anyways, but we, we ain't on that)
    Bend it on down, put ya face on the floor (we on gotdamn positive shit)
    (We got the hottest song in the world, nigga, it's the remix, nigga)
    Fuck that shit 'til ya legs can't stand
    Hot freak bitch with the world in her hand (let's do it)

    Pop that thang, let it clap, let it clap
    Ride this D while you sit on my lap (uh, uh, uh)
    Spread them cheeks, let me see that hole
    Shake that ass like you outta control (yeah, say what?)
    Suck that thang 'til ya throat get sore
    Bend it on down, put ya face on the floor (I be like, uh, uh, uh)
    Fuck that shit 'til ya legs can't stand
    Hot freak bitch with the world in her hand Writer/s: Adam Gamble, Anthony L. Mosley, Caresha Brownlee, Derek Minigan Jr., Gloria Woods, Javaan Anderson, Jonathan Lyndale Kirk, Shanice Cameron, Tobias Wincorn, Vaughn Oliver, Yakki Davis
    Publisher: Universal Music Publishing Group
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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