POP by LIL UZI VERT Lyrics Meaning – The Raw Energy of Hedonism in Modern Hip-Hop
Lyrics
Bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bah
(I’m Working on Dying)
Got a bitch, yeah, she look so good
But on the real, she in denial
Diamond water, yeah, it look like a river
Look like I’m standing in the Nile
If you really didn’t get the last line
Then your level on the brain of a child
Pay attention, better do the right thing
Oh, your pussy ass still workin’ at Sal’s
I’m the nigga make your bitch wanna pop (yeah)
I’m the nigga make your bitch wanna pop (yeah)
I’m the nigga make your bitch wanna drop (yeah)
I’m the nigga that your bitch wanna top (yeah)
Man, she going dumb, she don’t stop
Put it in her mouth, make her jaw lock
Hellcat faster than your whip, stop
So why would I tell you ’bout the whips that I got?
I’m the nigga make your bitch wanna pop (yeah)
I’m the nigga make your bitch wanna pop (yeah)
I’m the nigga make your bitch wanna drop (yeah)
I’m the nigga that your bitch wanna top (yeah)
Man, she going dumb, she don’t stop
Put it in her mouth, make her jaw lock
Hellcat faster than your whip, stop
So why would I tell you ’bout the whips that I got? (Let’s go)
Pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop that ass
Pop that ass, do the dash
I be runnin’ out of gas
Every time I go to the mall just to pop the tags
I don’t really cop nothin’ out the mall
First time at the mall, copped it all
Said, a hundred thousand, so I dropped it all
And that wasn’t my whole bankroll
Body roll, waist roll, waist roll
Make a bitch do what I say so
Waist trained, got a bitch, taste just like ice cream
Read her text, she said, “Girl, I scream”
Shot a nigga with a .17
Lil Uzi, yeah, I’m from the 16
Got a million, no Christine
Neck gleam, wrist gleam, fist gleam
Lil’ nigga but I’m doin’ big things
You ain’t ever seen nigga this clean
Pants cost two K, big jeans
And my shoes cost like sixteen
Hunnid, nigga, that’s just what I bleed
Turned a dead nigga to a blunt of weed
Now that boy taste like Reggie
‘Cause I just lit up Philly, nigga
I’m the nigga make your bitch wanna pop
I’m the nigga make your bitch wanna pop
I’m the nigga make your bitch wanna drop
I’m the nigga that your bitch wanna top (let’s go)
I’m the nigga make your bitch wanna pop (let’s go)
I’m the nigga make your bitch wanna pop (let’s go)
I’m the nigga make your bitch wanna drop (let’s go)
I’m the nigga make your bitch wanna pop
I’m the nigga make your bitch wanna pop (yeah)
I’m the nigga make your bitch wanna drop (yeah)
I’m the nigga that your bitch wanna top (yeah)
I’m the nigga make your bitch wanna pop (uh)
I’m the nigga make your bitch wanna pop (ew)
I’m the nigga make your bitch wanna drop (skrrt)
I’m the nigga that your bitch wanna top
Multi bitches, multi, multi, multi, multi, multi
Grain on my granola bar
Got a multi, multi, bowtie, when rock my Dior
Multi, multi, multi, multi, multi million dollar deals
I’ma keep it real
Armstrong marathon, when I’m on the bike like my name Mill
I can make her kneel, beggin’ on her knees
Beggin’ me please, so she can see the deal
I ain’t never lackin’, I ain’t never love her
Been alone from little boy, so I don’t need opinion
I been gettin’ money, nigga, I been gettin’ plenty
I can fuck your bitch, make her bounce on a Bentley
I was on Perky 30, she was on the Henny
Wait, she was fuckin’ you, who? Your cousin Vinny?
That boy rat, he mouse, she Minnie
Fuckin’ that bitch, and now she tryna spin me
No, and this is no Iovine, not talkin’ ’bout Jimmy
Kill these niggas everyday like they Kenny (let’s go)
If you want money, better crawl for it like Cindy
And if you want more, then you better get Demi
I’ll flex on my haters, pull up, do a video
Bitch on my dick, and her breathe smellin’ minty
I went to the store and got me some Vetements
Some Prada, Balenci’, Balenci’, Balenci’
Now go tell that lil’ bitch
Balenci’, Balenci’, Balenci’, Balenci’, Balenci’
Balenci’, Balenci’, Balenci’, Balenci’, Balenci’
Balenci’, Balenci’, Balenci’, Balenci’, Balenci’
I’m movin’, I’m drippy, got sauce and I’m swaggin’
‘Cause it’s easy, your bitch on me, no, you can’t kiss me
I’m the nigga make your bitch wanna pop
I’m the nigga make your bitch wanna pop
I’m the nigga make your bitch wanna drop
I’m the nigga that your bitch wanna top (let’s go)
I’m the nigga make your bitch wanna pop (let’s go)
I’m the nigga make your bitch wanna pop (let’s go)
I’m the nigga make your bitch wanna drop (let’s go)
I’m the nigga make your bitch wanna pop
I’m the nigga make your bitch wanna pop (yeah)
I’m the nigga make your bitch wanna drop (yeah)
I’m the nigga that your bitch wanna top (yeah)
I’m the nigga make your bitch wanna pop (uh)
I’m the nigga make your bitch wanna pop (ew)
I’m the nigga make your bitch wanna drop (skrrt)
I’m the nigga that your bitch wanna top
Pop, pop
(I’m Working on Dying)
Drop, drop
What the fuck?
(Abducted)
A cacophony of braggadocio and materialism abounds in LIL UZI VERT’s ‘POP,’ a testament to modern hip-hop’s unfettered celebration of self-indulgence. The song thumps with a hard-hitting baseline that underscores Uzi’s relentless stream of consciousness about wealth, women, and dominance in the rap game.
Through the repetitive, almost hypnotic mantra of ‘I’m the nigga make your bitch wanna pop,’ LIL UZI VERT weaves a narrative that both perpetuates and satirizes the excesses of contemporary culture. It’s a raw, uncensored portrait of an artist at the pinnacle of his powers, surrounded by luxury but perhaps also trapped by it.
The Symphony of Ego and Excess
Each verse in ‘POP’ is peppered with references to extravagant purchases, sexual conquests, and a clear message of superiority over contemporaries. Uzi’s lyrical prowess doesn’t rest merely on what he’s saying, but how he’s saying it – with a cadence and rhythm that matches the ostentation of his words.
The song’s overindulgent attitudes are a mirror to society’s own obsession with fame, fortune, and viral sensations. It might seem superficial at first glance, but ‘POP’ is a meticulous construction of the very image LIL UZI VERT wishes to project, and a commentary on the audience that elevates such celebrity.
Uncovering the Depth in ‘POP’s Simplicity
The genius of ‘POP’ may not be in its complexity, but in its blunt honesty. LIL UZI VERT isn’t hiding behind metaphors or flowery language. Instead, he opts for straightforward lines delivered with a venomous confidence.
It’s tempting to view ‘POP’ as shallow or vacuous, yet this overlooks the artist’s intent to use simplicity as a vessel for a more profound examination of the culture he’s both a product and a producer of. The song is a distillation of modern life’s relentless pace, where even desires are expected to be instantly satiated.
The High-Octane Energy of Materialistic Mantras
‘POP’ pulses with the adrenaline of a need-for-speed lifestyle. LIL UZI VERT’s references to high-performance cars and flashy clothing are emblematic of hip-hop’s love affair with the finer things in life.
Uzi’s insistence on these luxuries is less about the items themselves and more about the power and freedom they represent. They’re the trophies of success in his industry and show a relentless pursuit of achievement that transcends mere materialism.
Decoding the Veiled Commentary on Fame
Beneath the brash surface of ‘POP’ lurks a subtle critique of celebrity culture. The track might come off as unabashed arrogance, but it also asks the listener to consider the impact of fame on the individual and on society as a whole.
LIL UZI VERT plays with the notion that success can lead to a type of entitlement that others can only stand by and watch, ‘popping’ in awe. But is the titular ‘pop’ also the potential bursting of a bubble, a warning that all this excess could come to an abrupt end?
The Enduring Power of a Catchphrase
‘I’m the nigga make your bitch wanna pop.’ This recurring line isn’t merely a memorable snippet; it’s an anchor for the entire track, a powerful hook that encapsulates the song’s defiance and excess.
More than a catchphrase, it’s a declaration of Uzi’s unapologetic presence. It’s sticky, it’s viral, and it’s undeniably effective. The line resonates, capturing the essence of ‘POP’ and why it sticks in the conscious long after the last note has played.
