Mop - Remix

Cropped that nigga out the picture but you know I kept the dome
 Left the nigga for no reason got him tightening his phone
 Bitches on that petty shit but I be chilling in my zone
 Pulling cards like teller bitch I'm bout to fix this hold
 I don't care about yo feelings nigga tell me bout yo throat
 Oh you was talking to me? Well bitch you better fix your tone
 I don't joke around with bitches nigga please check yo hoe
 I be on my solo shit I'll face a couple all alone
 Every word come out my mouth got every hoe up they toes
 I be chillin' by my lonely so I focus on my goals
 I dare a bitch to step up on me imma step up out these clothes
 Playing 'round with my money imma show you how I tote
 Bitches begging for my life but can't handle how I'm living
 I will never miss a shot, I up the clip and imma clear it
 Bitch don't ask me bout yo nigga imma tell you I be chilling
 Bitches beefing by they self come pop yo shit and imma sear it
 Only bitch that got my back is the bitch you hearing spitting
 I'm a rapper now, I gotta watch how I be moving
 If the bitch say she gone beat me tell the hoe I said come do it
 Laid back with yo nigga, riding round in a Buick
 Smoking pressure high as fuck and he playing all my music
 Stop that capping shit
 I'm the hardest bitch you know to do it
 Bitches think I give a fuck about they posts
 Hoe is you stupid
 Hit yo mama up
 Cause that's the only bitch that owe you
 See yo fake ass up in public
 Imma Act like I don't know you
 I hate bitches wit a passion
 I just know I don't belong
 Every time I drop a song
 Got niggas blowing up my phone
 Keep that energy for later
 You can tell me with yo tongue
 Fix the attitude or leave then best believe I'm bout to go
 I ain never need a nigga
 I ain gotta fix my tone
 Heard you beefing wit da gang
 And that's some shots straight to yo home
 Hoe I'm faded with this liq liq and this pressure bitch I'm gone
 Bitches all up on my clit
 Cause they nigga took my soul
 I can't help that I'm that bitch
 Don't compare me to a hoe
 Can't respect my fucking name
 Then I'm headed for the door
 Bitch I'm next up for this paper
 Cashing out I want them Benji's
 Tell these niggas that I rap they think I sing
 Then bitch I'm Whitney
 Diss a hoe up in a song? Why would I give you that attention
 Put the spotlight on my back hoe I'm cocky did I mention
 Bitches playing with they music on the gang this shit is serious
 I been rapping since a jit so this shit is never ending
 If I said that imma do it best believe that imma finish
 Pull up limping with my niggas pass my coat cause I be pimping
 Spend them racks all on myself don't forget I'm independent
 But if yo nigga pay my dues then imma let that nigga spend it
 Think I'm playing with yo ass and you gone leave without yo fitted
 You gone leave without yo fitted
 Pop
 Pop
 Pop
 Pop
 Pop, Get Popped
 Get Popped Bitch
 Get Popped
 Pop
 Pop, Get Popped
 The fuck