Pop Up
Yeah, ay, pop up, least expected (Donez made the beat)
Alright, look, pop up, least expected, you scared
Know what I mean?
Ay, keep this shit for real though
Keep it one hunnid, keep it on the streets
Know what I mean? Know what I'm sayin'?
Leave that street shit on the streets
But sometimes you gotta bring it in music
Know what I'm sayin'?
Like, I ain't gon' lie
I mean, gang shit, street shit
Street shit one thousand
Ha-ha-ha, ha-ha
Pop up under yo' bed and beat yo' ass
Pop up under yo' bed and beat yo' ass
Pop up under yo' bed and beat yo' ass
Pop up under the bed and beat yo' ass
Pop from under yo' bed and beat yo' muhfuckin' ass
Pop from under yo' muhfuckin' bed, nigga, and beat yo' muhfuckin' ass
Pop from under yo' bed and beat yo' muhfuckin' ass
Pop from under yo' bed, nigga, beat yo' muhfuckin' ass
Pop up from under yo' bed and beat yo' muhfuckin' ass, nigga
Quit playin', nigga, pack yo' bags
I was on the street tryna make the food last
For like two weeks, 'cause I ain't have no money
But they don't care about that, they think I'm goin' dumb
Rubba-bum-bum-bum, in the stump
Ay, I dance on yo' bitch, I crunk
Runnin' up the wall like a muhfuckin' spider
She gon' talk to me 'cause I'm a scuba diver
Pop up under yo' bed and beat yo' ass
Pop up under yo' bed and beat yo' ass
Pop up under yo' bed and beat yo' ass
Pop up under the bed and beat yo' ass
Pop from under yo' bed and beat yo' muhfuckin' ass
Pop from under yo' muhfuckin' bed, nigga, and beat yo' muhfuckin' ass
Pop from under yo' bed and beat yo' muhfuckin' ass
Pop from under yo' bed, nigga, beat yo' muhfuckin' ass
Pop up from under yo' bed and beat yo' muhfuckin' ass, nigga
Like, for real, this music saved me, I ain't gon' lie
'Cause, like, I was really out here on some street shit
Like, I ain't gon', I ain't gon', I ain't gon' lie
Like, I was really out here poppin' from under niggas beds
And beatin' they ass, bruh
But my momma told me when she heard my first song
When she heard my first song
She was like, "Son, like, that-that music, you pursue it"
Pop up under yo' bed and beat yo' ass
Pop up under yo' bed and beat yo' ass
Pop up under yo' bed and beat yo' ass
Pop up under the bed and beat yo' ass
Pop from under yo' bed and beat yo' muhfuckin' ass
Pop from under yo' muhfuckin' bed, nigga, and beat yo' muhfuckin' ass
Pop from under yo' bed and beat yo' muhfuckin' ass
Pop from under yo' bed, nigga, beat yo' muhfuckin' ass
Pop up from under yo' bed and beat yo' muhfuckin' ass, nigga
Alright, look, pop up, least expected, you scared
Know what I mean?
Ay, keep this shit for real though
Keep it one hunnid, keep it on the streets
Know what I mean? Know what I'm sayin'?
Leave that street shit on the streets
But sometimes you gotta bring it in music
Know what I'm sayin'?
Like, I ain't gon' lie
I mean, gang shit, street shit
Street shit one thousand
Ha-ha-ha, ha-ha
Pop up under yo' bed and beat yo' ass
Pop up under yo' bed and beat yo' ass
Pop up under yo' bed and beat yo' ass
Pop up under the bed and beat yo' ass
Pop from under yo' bed and beat yo' muhfuckin' ass
Pop from under yo' muhfuckin' bed, nigga, and beat yo' muhfuckin' ass
Pop from under yo' bed and beat yo' muhfuckin' ass
Pop from under yo' bed, nigga, beat yo' muhfuckin' ass
Pop up from under yo' bed and beat yo' muhfuckin' ass, nigga
Quit playin', nigga, pack yo' bags
I was on the street tryna make the food last
For like two weeks, 'cause I ain't have no money
But they don't care about that, they think I'm goin' dumb
Rubba-bum-bum-bum, in the stump
Ay, I dance on yo' bitch, I crunk
Runnin' up the wall like a muhfuckin' spider
She gon' talk to me 'cause I'm a scuba diver
Pop up under yo' bed and beat yo' ass
Pop up under yo' bed and beat yo' ass
Pop up under yo' bed and beat yo' ass
Pop up under the bed and beat yo' ass
Pop from under yo' bed and beat yo' muhfuckin' ass
Pop from under yo' muhfuckin' bed, nigga, and beat yo' muhfuckin' ass
Pop from under yo' bed and beat yo' muhfuckin' ass
Pop from under yo' bed, nigga, beat yo' muhfuckin' ass
Pop up from under yo' bed and beat yo' muhfuckin' ass, nigga
Like, for real, this music saved me, I ain't gon' lie
'Cause, like, I was really out here on some street shit
Like, I ain't gon', I ain't gon', I ain't gon' lie
Like, I was really out here poppin' from under niggas beds
And beatin' they ass, bruh
But my momma told me when she heard my first song
When she heard my first song
She was like, "Son, like, that-that music, you pursue it"
Pop up under yo' bed and beat yo' ass
Pop up under yo' bed and beat yo' ass
Pop up under yo' bed and beat yo' ass
Pop up under the bed and beat yo' ass
Pop from under yo' bed and beat yo' muhfuckin' ass
Pop from under yo' muhfuckin' bed, nigga, and beat yo' muhfuckin' ass
Pop from under yo' bed and beat yo' muhfuckin' ass
Pop from under yo' bed, nigga, beat yo' muhfuckin' ass
Pop up from under yo' bed and beat yo' muhfuckin' ass, nigga
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Writer(s): Ron Johnson
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