Intro 
Bitch, I might pop a pill 

Chorus 
Bitch, I might pop a pill 
If my PO ask, I'm like, "Oh no, not for real" 
I was just talkin' shit to the microphone the whole time 
Both my pockets filled with two different things 
That you might mix together, some' like chocolate milk 
Fuck what you talkin' 'bout, bitch, I might pop a pill 
If my PO ask, I'm like, "Oh no, not for real" 
I was just talkin' shit to the microphone the whole time 
Both my pockets filled with two different things 
That you might mix together, some like chocolate milk 
Fuck what you talkin' 'bout, bitch, I might pop a pill 

Verse 
Ain't it funny how you finally come around 
And I start coming down 
You ask me if I might have any more and I got plenty, sure 
I check the bottle and I just ain't got none left, damn 
Bitch, y'all have got to chill, someone been off in my cookie jar 
I didn't have to look too far, I'm blaming you for it 
Yeah, bitch, you know it, you act like I got so high I forgot 
Bitch, I'm not, the whole time got that look in your eye like 

Chorus 
I might pop a pill 
If my PO ask, I'm like, "Oh no, not for real" 
I was just talkin' shit to the microphone the whole time 
Both my pockets filled with two different things 
That you might mix together, some' like chocolate milk 
Fuck what you talkin' 'bout, bitch, I might pop a pill 
If my PO ask, I'm like, "Oh no, not for real" 
I was just talkin' shit to the microphone the whole time 
Both my pockets filled with two different things 
That you might mix together, some like chocolate milk 
Fuck what you talkin' 'bout, bitch, I might pop a pill, yeah 

Outro
Bitch, I might pop a pill
Where my damn cellophane?
Ayy bro, where my damn cellophane at?
[?] you took, man, [?] you take it
Man you lie and you look fucked up right now
Matter of fact
Matter of fact I might just bust one down
And roll me up a dollar bill
Fuck is you talkin' 'bout, bitch? I might pop a pill