Pop Pop
This goes out for them toothpick breakers
Non money makers
Coward ass boot shakers hood hustling haters
Sipping on haterade
Ignore for later days
I represent the player waves
Catch me on the highways
Whip my head sideways
I do it my way
Bouncing up the sixty freeway
With Jayo Felony
Looked up affiliate
We smashed on them idiots
You ain't made a milli yet
You must have made a silly bet
Get all I can
I stop a woman or man baby
Till I can wipe my sweat with grands
With my advance player, I bought a Regal on Dubs
Bought Drake and some stacks, I gave it to homies for love
Now if you feel about it, see about it
No need to talk about it
Most of these artists nowadays, ain't never been about it
They say they navigate a rollin'
Have them niggas strollin', huh, I'm 'bout to fuck is what they holdin'
Pop your collars, young ballers
If you're holin' dollars, let me hear you holler
Everybody follow
Pop, pop pop
Pop, pop pop
Pop your collars, young ballers
If you're holin' dollars, let me hear you holler
Everybody follow
Pop, pop pop
Pop, pop pop
I hit you like I'm Mike with my mental
Fuck up your dental abuse
Cruise at paid dues
You can use like a rental
Gotta keep your sack confidential
MC's hear my voice and scram
Producers playing my shit
For their kids in they fam
Damn yeah you might've made the beat
But I made it so we can eat
Featuring me on your new shit
We gon' compare and compete
Nigga ain't no friends in this fucking game
Just heartache and pain
Get in between your grill like floss
When you try to slam in my name
I can feel your negative energy
When you pretend to be a friend to me
This motherfucker might not be dead right now
But this nigga's finna be
Like they got whiplash
I'm quick to whip yo ass
Compliments to in hood crips
Cause in hood's blast
And I got a fatty ass sack
For a million fuckin tweakers
I'ma come get you speakin' ya heaty
Cause I heat ya like heat seekers
Nobody can fuck with this
Straitjacket and chucks
What's luck I got a four leaf clover
And seven bucks
Pop your collars, young ballers (biatch)
If you're holin' dollars, let me hear you holler
Everybody follow
Pop, pop pop
Pop, pop pop
Pop your collars, young ballers
If you're holin' dollars, let me hear you holler
Everybody follow
Pop, pop pop
Pop, pop pop (What's the difference between me and you)
Now see the difference
Between me and you
I banged the turk, put in work, did a bit before I was twenty-two
Who you foolin'?
You, and only you
'Cause if you knew like I knew
You wouldn't say the things you don't do
So won't you just stop and think about it
'Cause if you ain't been about it
Ain't nothing to really talk about, so shut up, trick
You're fuckin' up the game, I never heard your name
So we couldn't be in the same gang, but off to better things
I'm tryin' to make the bells ring, no need to go back
Just to hear the preacher sing
He was a good boy, playin' with them bad toys
Hope God accept him for playin' with them bad boys
Exhausted, exasperate for niggas that exaggerate
Elaborate schemes, baby, I'm tryin' to blame, blame
Pop your collars, young ballers
If you're holin' dollars, let me hear you holler
Everybody follow
Pop, pop pop
Pop, pop pop
Pop your collars, young ballers
If you're holin' dollars, let me hear you holler
Everybody follow
Pop, pop pop
Pop, pop pop
Pop your collars, young ballers
If you're holin' dollars, let me hear you holler
Everybody follow
Pop, pop pop
Pop, pop pop
Pop your collars, young ballers
If you're holin' dollars, let me hear you holler
Everybody follow
Pop, pop pop
Pop, pop pop
Non money makers
Coward ass boot shakers hood hustling haters
Sipping on haterade
Ignore for later days
I represent the player waves
Catch me on the highways
Whip my head sideways
I do it my way
Bouncing up the sixty freeway
With Jayo Felony
Looked up affiliate
We smashed on them idiots
You ain't made a milli yet
You must have made a silly bet
Get all I can
I stop a woman or man baby
Till I can wipe my sweat with grands
With my advance player, I bought a Regal on Dubs
Bought Drake and some stacks, I gave it to homies for love
Now if you feel about it, see about it
No need to talk about it
Most of these artists nowadays, ain't never been about it
They say they navigate a rollin'
Have them niggas strollin', huh, I'm 'bout to fuck is what they holdin'
Pop your collars, young ballers
If you're holin' dollars, let me hear you holler
Everybody follow
Pop, pop pop
Pop, pop pop
Pop your collars, young ballers
If you're holin' dollars, let me hear you holler
Everybody follow
Pop, pop pop
Pop, pop pop
I hit you like I'm Mike with my mental
Fuck up your dental abuse
Cruise at paid dues
You can use like a rental
Gotta keep your sack confidential
MC's hear my voice and scram
Producers playing my shit
For their kids in they fam
Damn yeah you might've made the beat
But I made it so we can eat
Featuring me on your new shit
We gon' compare and compete
Nigga ain't no friends in this fucking game
Just heartache and pain
Get in between your grill like floss
When you try to slam in my name
I can feel your negative energy
When you pretend to be a friend to me
This motherfucker might not be dead right now
But this nigga's finna be
Like they got whiplash
I'm quick to whip yo ass
Compliments to in hood crips
Cause in hood's blast
And I got a fatty ass sack
For a million fuckin tweakers
I'ma come get you speakin' ya heaty
Cause I heat ya like heat seekers
Nobody can fuck with this
Straitjacket and chucks
What's luck I got a four leaf clover
And seven bucks
Pop your collars, young ballers (biatch)
If you're holin' dollars, let me hear you holler
Everybody follow
Pop, pop pop
Pop, pop pop
Pop your collars, young ballers
If you're holin' dollars, let me hear you holler
Everybody follow
Pop, pop pop
Pop, pop pop (What's the difference between me and you)
Now see the difference
Between me and you
I banged the turk, put in work, did a bit before I was twenty-two
Who you foolin'?
You, and only you
'Cause if you knew like I knew
You wouldn't say the things you don't do
So won't you just stop and think about it
'Cause if you ain't been about it
Ain't nothing to really talk about, so shut up, trick
You're fuckin' up the game, I never heard your name
So we couldn't be in the same gang, but off to better things
I'm tryin' to make the bells ring, no need to go back
Just to hear the preacher sing
He was a good boy, playin' with them bad toys
Hope God accept him for playin' with them bad boys
Exhausted, exasperate for niggas that exaggerate
Elaborate schemes, baby, I'm tryin' to blame, blame
Pop your collars, young ballers
If you're holin' dollars, let me hear you holler
Everybody follow
Pop, pop pop
Pop, pop pop
Pop your collars, young ballers
If you're holin' dollars, let me hear you holler
Everybody follow
Pop, pop pop
Pop, pop pop
Pop your collars, young ballers
If you're holin' dollars, let me hear you holler
Everybody follow
Pop, pop pop
Pop, pop pop
Pop your collars, young ballers
If you're holin' dollars, let me hear you holler
Everybody follow
Pop, pop pop
Pop, pop pop
Credits
Writer(s): Angie Stone, Juanita M. Wynn, Ervin Pope
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