P.O.P Lyrics

Girls, you know you better

Russo G from that NYC, look

O-Gang is the gang and the damn thing changed, nigga

Let me preach, look

Bad things, bad things

From a man's perspective

Bad things, bad things

Uh, look, look, look

She asks me, is it pussy or is paper

I be wise on decisions, both come with a price

Type of days, pair of legs, make a nigga take your life

Couple bands on his dome if I say he ain't livin' right

But who am I to judge

If she slide up on the block lookin' for a different type of love

Ain't no love where I reside, we just hustle

Need a Bonnie on my side, but all she tryna do is cuddle

Get the fuck outta here, you got a nigga, we don't talk about it

No call or text when he home, okay

I work around it just to know, I don't move like no side piece

Make you look at your options, come join my team

That mind on the green, so I can't put you over

I was broke back then, didn't have no shoulder

But now I'm gettin' older and my mind more open

Got a task at hand, like I'm tryna get you open, like

Let's just roll a spliff, put your mind at ease

Oh, he got your heart, well, I'ma need that body on me

Yeah, I move to work, what these niggas know about them Gs

Count right, like, one, two, three, like

Let's just roll a spliff, put your mind at ease

Oh, he got your heart, well, I'ma need that body on me

Yeah, I move to work, what these niggas know about them Gs

Count right, like, one, two

She better watch out for the smile, I got a hand full of cash

I'm throwin' money if she shittin' on these hoes

Shake that ass and a nigga like me ain't gon' pass it up

But I guarantee, if she fuck up, she outta luck

I keep them heaters by my side, swear no O gettin' touched

Then she callin' out your bluff, you ain't like that homebody

But you friendly, I can't wipe that tunnel vision, gotta get racks

Girls, you know you better watch out

Some guys, some girls are only about

That thing, that thing, that thing

That thing, that thing, that thing