Pop Off (Feat. Casanova) – Cardi B – letras

[Intro: Cardi B]Them motherfuckers be like, « But what type of niggas will wife you? « My type of niggas will wife me! The type of niggas that like bitches that pop off and suck dick all day motherfuckin’ long, bitchThanks 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?[Hook: Cardi B]Who wanna pop off?Who wanna start war?They talkin’ shit?I’m takin’ tops offJeans, offWeaves, offRings, offEverythin’, offWho wanna pop off?Who wanna start war?They talkin’ shit?I’m takin’ tops offJeans, offWeaves, offRings, offEverythin’, off[Verse 1: Cardi B]I’m startin’ to lose my patience, weak bitches hatin’Bitches throwing subs like I won’t kick your face inBaby mama’s mad ’cause I’m in first place, andWhen it comes to you bitch, there’s no conversationI been to give it up grimy, I’m the Bronx bitch, I’m feisty »Cardi why you feisty?  » Shut up bitch, fight meNy raised and so you know it’s very likelyThat when I hear some shit that I don’t like, I get hype BWho would wanna wife me? Your nigga wanna wife meYou think ’cause I’m a stripper hoe, that nigga won’t think twice B?Put this pussy on his face, rde that shit nicelySet his ass up, then you really ain’t gon’ like meSo what you tryna do? You and you and youI feel some type a way, a bitch finna get looseTell me what’s the deal? I’m ’bout to start the hillThe wig is comin’ off, shit ’bout to get real[Hook: Cardi B]Who wanna pop off?Who wanna start war?They talkin’ shit?I’m takin’ tops offJeans, offWeaves, offRings, offEverythin’, offWho wanna pop off?Who wanna start war?They talkin’ shit?I’m takin’ tops offJeans, offWeaves, offRings, offEverythin’, off[Verse 2: Casanova]Got beef with Cardi B? I’m poppin’ offShit get hectic? I’ma drop it offOh you shinin’? Your chain and your watch is offYou was never with this shit, nigga, knock it offYouse a pussy, and your whole block is softYou caught feelings, could she ain’t even drop you offYou thought that bag was gettin’ you pussy, not at allYou was gettin’ lied, you ain’t know she made that callTo the dog’s dinner, and they starvin’I gotta feed all ’emI’maget that nigga, you gon’ get that bitchWhat they thought switched ’cause we both got rich?Nah, we on the same timeYou got yours, I got mineYou got a problem, get in lineIt’s Cardi B, and 2 times[Hook: Cardi B]Who wanna pop off?Who wanna start war?They talkin’ shit?I’m takin’ tops offJeans, offWeaves, offRings, offEverythin’, offWho wanna pop off?Who wanna start war?They talkin’ shit?I’m takin’ tops offJeans, offWeaves, offRings, offEverythin’, off[Verse 3: Cardi B]Shit, that bitch six three and she bodiedSuperman calves, and her shoulder somethin’ retardedI ain’t backin’ down, Cardi got the heart regardlessYou gon’ have to knock me out if you think I’ma forfeitGang gang, squad up, and have my niggas all on itPay a couple niggas and they had you out in a coffinAnd I put that on my life, I really don’t do this oftenBut the way I’m feelin’ now, like whatever, I’m on itHave you laid out on the stretcher with your socks offHad the pastor prayin’, like, « Sorry for your, loss »Throw dirt on my name, you better pop offMy name ring bells like Mayweather, box offI’m Cardi B, east coast newest contender5’3 » lookin’ good with the nails bananasFreddy Kruger on these bitches, I cut their lights offShould have read the memo, Cardi B pops off