Gunna serves smooth, effortless luxury rap on “Pop It,” an infectious trap single about wealth, fashion, and sitting at the top of the game.
The song is about making success look casual. He skips the frantic flexing and stays cool, with sharp, witty lines about private jets, priceless jewelry, and moving easily through high-stakes rooms.
The sound is spacious and sleek, with rolling hi-hats, sharp snares, a heavy sub-bass, and shimmering synth arpeggios. His melodic flow is hypnotic, sliding from laid-back verses into a catchy hook that sticks in your head.
“Pop It” is a smooth, stylish listen for anyone who loves melodic trap with luxury vibes. With its laid-back confidence, hypnotic flow, and a hook that stays on repeat, it is a track that fits any playlist built for cruising, flexing, or just feeling like a boss.
Gunna - pop it Lyrics
Widebody Benz (widebody Benz)
Racks by the ten (racks)
Wun for the win (Wun for the win)
Polish your man (polish)
More rubber bands (more rubber bands)
Pop it (pop it)
Finessin', fluorescence (finessin')
My presence's a present (present)
The P for perfectin', my roof havin' stars I push with aggression (I push with aggression)
We finally progressin' (finally)
We havin' more motion, I finally feel wealthy, they notice the essence (notice)
I switch over Rovers, I'm way 'cross the coastal, I'm changin' the settin' (switch it up)
Factory Presi', ice, these are baguettes
'Rari, skate on pirellis, bitch, chop from the deli
I roll off the pot just like ox off the belly
My bitch got the Croc, let her pop with the Kelly
Uh, pop it again (pop it)
Widebody Benz (widebody Benz)
Racks by the ten (racks)
Wun for the win (Wun for the win)
Polish your man (polish)
More rubber bands (more rubber bands)
Pop it
I need no reporters (no)
I meet at the border, just me and the guys, ain't takin' no orders (ain't takin' no orders)
It's hard to decide which whip I'ma ride, I'll prolly go chauffeur (I'll prolly go chauffeur)
I'm 'bout to go chauffeur (go chauffeur)
In the back of the Maybach, it came with a driver, I don't gotta be sober (gotta be sober)
Tryna stay focused, I took a lil' Addy, I sent her the addy (sent her the addy)
She out her panties (yeah), she call me daddy (she call me daddy)
Bulletproof caddy (yeah), who havin' static? (Bulletproof caddy)
I stack that shit up 'til it's top of the attic
New factory watch, I got ice in the Patek (Patek)
Uh, pop it again (pop it)
Widebody Benz (widebody Benz)
Racks by the ten (racks)
Wun for the win (Wun for the win)
Polish your man (polish)
More rubber bands (more rubber bands)
Pop it
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