“Pop Dat Thang (Remix)” is the sixth single from American rapper DaBaby‘s fifth studio album, Be More Grateful. ^{[1] [2] [3] [5] [6]}

It features GloRilla, Yung Miami, & YKNIECE.

The Official Music Video premiered Friday, May 8^th, 2026^[1], via DaBaby’s official YouTube channel.^[3]

The track produced by: Sean Da Firzt, KayoTheWizard, Tobias Wincorn, & Vaughn Oliver.^[4]

The song written by: DaBaby, GloRilla, YKNIECE, Yung Miami, Tobias Wincorn, Vaughn Oliver, Javaan Anderson, PopLord, Derek Minigan Jr., Sean Da Firzt, & KayoTheWizard.^[4]

Song: #PopDatThang #Remix

Artist: #DaBaby #Glorilla #YungMiami #YKNIECE

Album: #BeMoreGrateful

^Explicit

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“Pop Dat Thang (Remix)” Lyrics ^[4]
Song by DaBaby, Glorilla, Yung Miami, YKNIECE:

Intro: GloRilla
Let me pop my s***, this a** too fat
He gettin’ *** when I *** ** *** ***
B**** talk s***, I’ma swing on that h**
My DMs gettin’ out of control
Scream my name ’til your throat get sore
When I pop out, this s*** on the floor
Show my a** like I’m gettin’ a tan
P**** get *** when I see my man

Verse 1: GloRilla
Me and my B****** can’t wait for this summer
Tight-a** dresses, nothin’ else under
You get my number, I’ma change my number
If my n**** home, don’t blow my cover
I don’t get gassed, I gaslight (Stamp that)
Face still beat from last night (Stamp that)
Real bad B****, my cash right
Must’ve been a g****** stripper in my past life
Look at my waist, can’t even see it
Look at my belt, don’t even need it
Unless it’s yo’ a**, then I’m ’bout to beat it
I look in the mirror, it feel like I’m cheatin’
It’s 3 a.m., my phone on DND
H*** be sick, need a EMT (Ugh)
My n**** said next n**** DM me
He gon’ air this B**** like a BnB

Chorus: DaBaby, GloRilla, Yung Miami
Pop that thang, let it clap, let it clap (Ugh)
**** this * while you *** ** ** *** (Ugh, GloRilla)
S***** them c*****, let me see that **** (Ugh, spread that s***, you know what I’m sayin’? Ugh, you know)
Shake that a** like you outta control
**** that thang ’til ya throat get sore (Yeah)
Bend it on down, put ya face on the floor (Yeah, f*** me like a s***, you know what I’m sayin’?)
F*** that s*** till ya legs can’t stand
High freak b**** with the world in her hand (Let’s go)
Pop that thang, let it clap, let it clap
**** this * while you *** ** ** *** (Uh-uh-uh; Let’s go)
S***** them c*****, let me see that ****
Shake that a** like you outta control (Uh-huh)
**** that thang till ya throat get sore
Bend it on down, put ya face on the floor (Uh, uh, uh)
F*** that s*** till ya legs can’t stand (Miami)
High freak b**** with the world in her hand

Verse 2: Yung Miami
High freak B****, coming straight out the ‘Yami (The Yams)
s***, I don’t wanna meet yo’ mami (Ugh)
Trick-a** n**** wanna make me his wife (Hahaha)
Probably why his other h*** can’t stand me (Yeah)
In the car, I’m suckin’ it sloppy (Damn)
I know why you runnin’, this p**** a faucet (Ooh)
Take a trip, hurt his pockets in the worst way (Ayy)
New t******, new a**, you the birthday
I’ma back this a** up like Juvie (Ooh)
Shakin’ a** on the couch in Booby (Ooh)
Make him beg like, “Caresha, please” (Please)
Do it for the bad h*** in the Z’s
Ride (Ride), ride (Ride), ride (Ride)
Bounce that s*** to the beat
Girl, if you a h**, then **** that p****, you ain’t gotta be discreet (Thangya)

Chorus: DaBaby, Yung Miami
Pop that thang, let it clap, let it clap (Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
**** this * while you *** ** ** *** (Uh-uh-uh, uh, uh, uh)
S***** them c*****, let me see that ****
Shake that a** like you outta control (Ooh)
**** that thang till ya throat get sore (Ooh)
Bend it on down, put ya face on the floor (Uh, uh, uh, ooh)
F*** that s*** till ya legs can’t stand (Ooh)
High freak b**** with the world in her hand

Verse 3: YKNIECE
Shake that wham, show your mama made a h**
All the bad B******, bring your a** to the floor (Mhm)
Couple shots in, we ain’t going back home
1942, she gon’— (Pop that thang)
Ride that s***, speed it up, go slow
I’m thick, no secret, s***, everybody know
Face too pretty and this p**** too good
Said it’s somethin’ ’bout me that he can’t let go
I put the wham in his hands (In his hands, ah)
He put the bands in my hands (Let’s go)
Left cheek, right cheek, g******
I’m really that b**** and I know who I am
I put the wham in his hands (In his hands, ah)
He put the bands in my hands (Let’s go)
Left cheek, right cheek, g*****
I’m really that b**** and I know who I am

Chorus: DaBaby, YKNIECE
Pop that thang, let it clap, let it clap (Mhm)
**** this * while you *** ** ** *** (Let’s go, yeah)
S***** them c*****, let me see that **** (Spread that s***, you know what I’m sayin’? You know)
Shake that a** like you outta control
**** that thang till ya throat get sore (Yeah)
Bend it on down, put ya face on the floor (Yeah, f*** me like a slut, you know what I’m sayin’?)
F*** that s*** till ya legs can’t stand
High freak b**** with the world in her hand (Let’s go)
Pop that thang, let it clap, let it clap
**** this * while you *** ** ** *** (Uh-uh-uh; Let’s go)
S***** them c*****, let me see that ****
Shake that a** like you outta control (Uh-huh)
**** that thang till ya throat get sore
Bend it on down, put ya face on the floor (Uh, uh, uh)
F*** that s*** till ya legs can’t stand
High freak b**** with the world in her hand

Verse 4: DaBaby
Remix, yeah, remix, n****
I’ma show you n****s how to make a remix (Yeah)
Came up outta nowhere, they ain’t see it
All that other s*** droppin’, you can keep it
You know Baby make the bad B****** pop that, pop that
Throw that a** around like it’s the Freaknik (Okay)
Push me to the wall, get to pullin’ down my drawls
Hands up in the air, I’m playing defense (Yeah)
A couple years straight, n****s thought that was it
Ain’t no f****** way, know I brought back a hit
I had took her with me, we both spent a lil’ time
She got hers, I got mine, then I brought back his B****
Ya f***-n**** lame, he had brought back a chain and some money, a purse
I just brought back some dick
Cut a ho off, I wasn’t feelin’ that s*** (Yup)
Taking back over like gimme this s*** (Let’s do it)
Yeah, she got the— (World in her hands), uh-huh
She make it bounce on the D (Let’s do it)
I got a Glock in my pants (What I do? What I do?)
I pull it out, let it hit, she gon’
**** that thang till ya throat get sore
And f*** me so good I don’t want no more
Baby got a gun for every day of the month
B****-a** n****, you don’t want no war, I’ma

Chorus: DaBaby
Pop that thang, let it clap, let it clap (Yeah, I’ma pop that thang, let it clap, let it clap)
**** this * while you *** ** ** ***
****** them ******, let me see that **** (n****, some big, some big nasty s***)
Shake that a** like you outta control (n****, you know how I get down, n****)
**** that thang till ya throat get sore (But anyways, but we, we ain’t on that)
Bend it on down, put ya face on the floor (We on g****** positive s***)
(We got the hottest song in the world, n****, it’s the remix, n****) F*** that s*** till ya legs can’t stand
High freak b**** with the world in her hand (Let’s do it)
Pop that thang, let it clap, let it clap
**** this * while you *** ** ** *** (Uh, uh, uh)
****** them ******, let me see that ****
Shake that a** like you outta control (Yeah, say what?)
**** that thang till ya throat get sore
Bend it on down, put ya face on the floor (I be like uh, uh, uh)
F*** that s*** till ya legs can’t stand
High freak b**** with the world in her hand

Writer(s): DaBaby, GloRilla, YKNIECE, Yung Miami, Tobias Wincorn, Vaughn Oliver, Javaan Anderson, PopLord, Derek Minigan Jr., Sean Da Firzt, & KayoTheWizard
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