Engage with the lyrics for DaBaby’s new song “Pop Dat Thang.”
The lyrics for DaBaby’s “Pop Dat Thang” present an explicit and straightforward focus on sexual acts and physicality. For audiences engaging with the song for its verbal content, the words are direct, repetitive, and centered on a single theme. The song structure relies on a prolonged, detailed chorus that leaves little ambiguity about its subject matter. DaBaby’s lyrical approach here prioritizes rhythmic command and provocative imagery over narrative complexity.
The chorus functions as an extended set of instructions and descriptions. Its repetitive nature is designed for memorability and audience call-and-response, a common feature in club-oriented hip-hop. The language is explicit and uses vernacular common to the genre, aiming for a visceral, unfiltered impact. This section forms the core identity of the track, with verses and a post-chorus building slightly on the atmosphere of sexual conquest and casual encounter.
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The post-chorus and verses introduce minor thematic expansions, such as references to wealth, patience, and casual relationship dynamics. However, these elements remain secondary to the primary focus established in the hook. The lyrics operate within a well-established rap subgenre that celebrates hedonism and explicit bravado, making few attempts to subvert or deepen the expected conventions.
For listeners analyzing the lyrics or performing them in karaoke, the song offers a consistent tone and a clear, if narrow, perspective. The challenge in performance comes from matching DaBaby’s specific cadence and aggressive delivery rather than navigating emotional or narrative shifts. The lyrics serve as a vehicle for energy and attitude, fitting for environments where the primary goal is rhythmic movement and uncomplicated entertainment.
Produced by Sean Da Firzt & KayoTheWizard
January 30, 2026
1 song, 2 minutes
South Coast Music Group/Interscope Records; ℗ 2026 Interscope Records
Lyrics
[Chorus]
Pop that thing, let it clap, let it clap
Ride this Dee while you sit on my lap (Let’s go)
Spread them cheeks, let me see that hole
Shake that ass like you out of control (Mmm-hmm)
Surck that thing ’til your throat get sore
Bend it on down, put your face on the floor
Forck that shit ’til your legs can’t stand
Hot freak beetch with the world in her hand
Pop that thing, let it clap, let it clap
Ride this Dee while you sit on my lap (Uh, uh, uh)
Spread them cheeks, let me see that hole
Shake that ass like you out of control
Surck that thing ’til your throat get sore
Bend it on down, put your face on the floor (Uh, uh, uh)
Forck that shit ’til your legs can’t stand
Hot freak beetch with the world in her hand
[Post-Chorus]
She got the world in her hands (Uh)
She make it twirl when she dance (Yeah)
I got the world in my hands (Uh-huh)
I got your girl in my pants (Yeah)
You know I love the way you move (I do)
You with your girl today, it’s cool (It’s cool)
I ain’t go no problem waitin’ on my turn
Teach me how to turn you to my bae and I’ma learn
[Verse 1]
If I don’t feel like goin’, I’m not waitin’ on my turn
Go the other way, ain’t even finna lie
The way that booty movin’ in the dress
I’m finna ask you if you wanna forck today, can sue me if I try
Beetch nigga actin’ like a shooter, but he not
Rich nigga, I can come and move you out the spot
It’s simple, I ain’t finna do the shit that I do for you
If I was out here tryna do it for a thot, so
[Chorus]
Pop that thing, let it clap, let it clap
Ride this Dee while you sit on my lap (Yeah)
Spread them cheeks, let me see that hole
Shake that ass like you out of control (Spread that shit, you know what I’m sayin’?)
Surck that thing ’til your throat get sore (Yeah)
Bend it on down, put your face on the floor
Forck that shit ’til your legs can’t stand (Yeah, forck me like a slut, you know what I’m sayin’?)
Hot freak beetch with the world in her hand (Let’s go)
Pop that thing, let it clap, let it clap
Ride this Dee while you sit on my lap (Let’s go)
Spread them cheeks, let me see that hole
Shake that ass like you out of control (Uh-huh)
Surck that thing ’til your throat get sore
Bend it on down, put your face on the floor
Forck that shit ’til your legs can’t stand
Hot freak beetch with the world in her hand
[Post-Chorus]
She got the world in her hands (Uh)
She make it twirl when she dance (Yeah)
I got the world in my hands (Uh-huh)
I got your girl in my pants (Yeah)
You know I love the way you move (I do)
You with your girl today, it’s cool (It’s cool)
I ain’t go no problem waitin’ on my turn
Teach me how to turn you to my bae and I’ma learn
[Verse 2]
Suck that dick, put your hands on the meat
Ride my dick ’til your legs gettin’ weak
Put your legs on the headboard
Baby, make a mess, let me see if you can spray it on the sheets
Talk that shit, baby, say what’s on your brain
Say my government until the neighbors know my name
With the jewelry on, yellow bracelet and the chains
Uh, uh, uh, uh
[Chorus]
Pop that thing, let it clap, let it clap
Ride this Dee while you sit on my lap (Let’s go)
Spread them cheeks, let me see that hole
Shake that ass like you out of control
Surck that thing ’til your throat get sore
Bend it on down, put your face on the floor
Forck that shit ’til your legs can’t stand
Hot freak beetch with the world in her hand
Pop that thing, let it clap, let it clap
Ride this Dee while you sit on my lap
Spread them cheeks, let me see that hole
Shake that ass like you out of control
Surck that thing ’til your throat get sore
Bend it on down, put your face on the floor
Forck that shit ’til your legs can’t stand
Hot freak beetch with the world in her hand